The Queen of Wands is butterscotch candywand in hand, waiting to satisfy yoursweet tooth. She promises pleasureShe promises expansionPassion is the consequence of her dance:join her? Find yourselfand never leave.She asks you to sink down into your bodyTo feel the fire in yourbellyto let your truth rise up the back of your throatandroll right off… Read More A Reflection on the Queen of Wands
Loving you feels like walking through a dense fog.Every time you open your mouth my bearings get all fucked upI don’t know where I am who I am or even how I got hereI keep thinking that finding you in the fog is my way freeSo I follow the sound of your voice reverberating off… Read More Walking with the King of Swords
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Falling in love. The expansion in my chest rips me in two. Everything foreign to my flesh falls awayin thick, black, ribbons:something new is born.Spank me and cut the cord.