I don’t own …

I don’t own my emotions unless I can think about them. I am not afraid of feeling but I am afraid of feeling unthinkingly. I don’t want to drown. My head is my heart’s lifebelt. – Jeanette Winterson

After Love

Afterward, the compromise. Bodies resume their boundaries. These legs, for instance, mine. Your arms take you back in. Spoons of our fingers, lips admit their ownership. The bedding yawns, a door blows aimlessly ajar and overhead, a plane singsongs coming down. Nothing is changed, except there was a moment when the wolf, the mongering wolf… Read More After Love

The Man

I like the parts of you that are not the parts of me, the furry paws of your knees and the angular metal of your upper arm. So often I turn to touch softness and find taut rope and hard glass. My body stretches elastic to meet and hold forum with the hollow of your… Read More The Man