My body is hard, and my ache goes deep, but my mouth is open,...

My body is hard, and my ache goes deep, but my mouth is open, parted-soft and seeking breaths she can’t help.

I want to feel surrounded in that, the way I surrounded her, communicate what’s inside, out, all over and permanently into, back and forth and buried, pulse-deep. I want a language shaped like this longing: soothing and consuming, irresistible and desperate and trembling hot.

#prays
29 September 2015

in the words of my beloved editor, lovelybrutal, this is rough but honest. words from the boy in love himself.

it will obviously undergo growth and rewriting and editing, but these are some of the feelings he shared with me in today’s notes. raw, and real.