182.

You first kiss never takes place on your lips, silly, don’t you know where it is?

181.

I am always looking for my firework, my globe of warmth,
my soft suitor, who will wind me through the labyrinth of my selves and find my heart,
turn it over and kiss it.
My arms open and overjoyed: “I have never been kissed there, no one has explored there.”
That will truly be my first kiss.

180.

‘How you write,
is how I breathe
how I feel’,’ I say.

179.

Plums of glory
I want those fruits.

178.

I am only just beginning to know me,
and already I can’t seem to put myself into words.

177.

I’m a beguiler, leading you to your unknown places.
You think it is me you love as you experience unknown things
but it is you you love, as you see unknown parts of yourself.

176.

I’m searching for you, so that we can go on the ride together,
like through a gumball machine, spiraling farther and farther
you will stumble upon all my secrets, and turn them over.

175.

I search every part of you, pick up your rocks, dig through your sand
looking for your hidden gem, your jewel-glinting.
When I find it, we celebrate, I say “look, this is your fruit, your worth, your love, your strength, don’t you see it now?”
And as your sit in awe, I slip out undetected.

174.

I’m a beguiler, I reel you in
thinking you are parting the curtains to my vulnerability
unbeknownst to you, we’ve entered the territory of your heart.
Since it is all foreign to you
you do not know what is mine or yours
and so we clamber in farther
and I touch your innermost strand
your body shakes
it says “no” and “yes”
“what have you done?”
Now the sand, silt, soil, sun, rain
of the human experience
can all pour in
as your body shakes and sways.

173.

I have always known that I was put on this Earth
to move.
To move you,
to displace you
to mix you up, bake you
and let others enjoy your sweetness.