I live in a world of silence, for there is nothing to hear. What does nothing sound like? It sounds like 3 AM on a winter morning in the city, when everyone who is going to sleep is sleeping and nothing moves that doesn’t have to move. It sounds like the crystallization of ice. It sounds like decay and the growth of roots. It sounds like the ( Read more... )

A terrible day for you, and against all expectation you’ve asked me to help you through it. When I realize that you are beginning to choke on your pain I ask you to see me home ( Read more... )

I see you online, and I IM you. I know to you this is an interruption of your day, a distraction from the things you need to do before you can go home, but to me it is contact. Contact, the interface between soul and soul, the interface between body and body. And for me, always, the interface between word and touch is a chancy, indefinite thing. ( Read more... )

Some days I think that I am the only one whose memory resides, not in the eyes, but in the skin. I think of you and feel your touch, the texture of your hair, the warmth and security of your arms around me. I dream of you and wake to the lingering warmth of your body, nearly a thousand miles away from me as the dream drifts. Sensation ( Read more... )

Do you remember that first time you were here? You were telling a story. You talk with your hands… There was a point in the story where you pointed at someone, and for a moment, an instant, a flash, looking at your hand, I was caught up in the desire to see it against my flesh, cupping my breast. It was so intense, sharp, an experience, I lost for ( Read more... )

The sun shines, the birds sing, the flowers bloom… and I rot. Not in the smell bad, turn to slime & feed the flowers sense of the words, but the self loathing I feel is making me crazy ( Read more... )