And behind the noise

and under the silence

the soft firm skin can be felt

shifting as it breaths



the coils of thought

slowly unwinding

lazy circles in the water

and the sensation of drifting sideways

-a boat sinking from a quiet leak-

at the bottom, we will…



I don’t believe in luck

But I pick up pennies

Throw salt over my shoulder

Drop coins into wells

And don’t walk under ladders

I don’t believe in magic

But I wish on stars

Knit my hair into creations

Blow out candles with dreams

And knock on wood

I don’t…





Writing personal adventures in non-monogamy and relationships.