sun earings.

[baculumcyaenon]

it's not even about love. I thought it was about overcoming those primal instincts. The ones so true and biting, so freshly human you have to cry or bite off your fingerprints to make sure you're still a human being. Or is it really about getting lost in those feelings. Having them shroud around you , draped like wedding cake icing. Dig so deep

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sun necklace

[stiletostaccato]

I am the latter part of your sun and stars collaboration, much as one small point of light requires the next in order to create the shot gun imagery of centaur and scorpion constellations. Somehow I always see you with your body bent in curiosity, with all shapes like carved ice, holding themselves all on their own, examining something in your own naked form. Each new symbol met in your changing pores and your blindfolded response of mouthed language. Like I enjoy looking within that same form when your eyes dropped lower and stopped seeing, exactly what we needed to do - stop using our senses and start describing each other only by gentle feeling, by then flooding and spilling over each cell. I want to climb and saturate you like a capillary. When you think about it, primal instincts are always the most extreme fringe and yet always the most honest. love love xoxoox.