I think this is like my 8th time reblogging this picture. The shoes, the leggings,the purse, the hair, the jacket, it is just perfect
I admit, I am afraid of isolation,
and of the way the land breaks off here
and of the woman who says forever
moving her tongue along my skin
like she means it.
If I believe her, I will suffer.
If I don’t believe her, I will suffer.
Who has never wanted to be unneeding?
Dear god, it is years since I’ve prayed.
I understand the birds are holy.
I understand the body leads us to love, or
this is one way of knowing the world.