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Approaching the body through metaphor every trans person is a poet I lick that forest between your thighs hold that hungry, compact cock...
Approaching the body through metaphor every trans person is a poet I lick that forest between your thighs hold that hungry, compact cock...
I look best in the dim light Face angles softened in waning contrast Hair only seen where it should be My body's silhouette, believable...
I look best in the dim light Face angles softened in waning contrast Hair only seen where it should be My body's silhouette, believable...
i dress in red sometimes too my bod hot gorgerous smoking so I understand the sun, when she wraps herself in the sultry veneer of the...
i surrender like a tree-branch bent earthward by gravity i surrender like a canopy thrust sun-ward by its thirst i surrender like an old...
I i've been called many names but none quite so sweet as "you" coming from you II i want to be the you after your i love i want to nestle...
green scales up the mountainside of your iris in soft brush with small leaves and thicket-branches a thousand little brambles and bushes...
for chochmat halev's tu b'av (jewish valentine's day) service, 5781 <3 ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Love is illogical...
~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~ like a sprout straining its curled spine against the husk like a baby pressing its face against the restaurant's window...
~~~ written for a post-Shavuot action with IfNotNow ~~~ Israel and the 10 Commandments As Israel bombs Gaza, and rains death upon the...
Earth Day Kaddish for Chochmat HaLev 4th Fridays, Iyar 11/12 5781 ~~~ Yitgadal v’yitkadash shmei raba: Huge and holy may the great name...
change like it's love there is no permanence easy to lean into i talked to my best friend yesterday about how it feels to love to trust...
offerred at Bend The Arc's post election meeting, 11/5, 19 Heshvan 5781 ~~~ Hey yall, early good shabbes I'm Binya, an organizer in the...
the gates are closed my fate is sealed and now I sit here with what's real the gates are closed my fate is sealed and now I sit here with...
we are but dust and ash we are but souls breathed into a body we are but divine breath, strained through a mask we are but dust and ash...
just. remember. there is only one air. no here, nor there when it comes to our breath in december it catches our chest in may, it might...
like a perfect pearl in the smallest jewelry box you hold me so close i barely know i'm being held i rock side to side in your endless...
why do we live and why do we die? because those are the two things god cannot do because limits and bounds, and bodies and death are...
i was sitting at my window, working on some talmud, when a barefooted blue-haired butch walked onto the street in front of our house, saw...
havdallah tonight at the albany bulb was a contest of lights to the west, as the sky sunk into its foggy orange sleep the hills of marin...