BRIEF ENCOUNTERS

an ode to love, sex & romance

it’s time for me
to get back to this
& you

to write differently
to scatter my thoughts onto the page

to be lovingly, breathlessly illegible
to care so little
to just spill

to spill over
to soften
to overflow

to trust that I will not— cannot— be forgotten

to let myself be Known

Photo by Max Kleinen on Unsplash

it’s almost 2 AM on a Saturday night & this is what it means to be alive

(I’m writing dumb sweet poetry)

I liked you & I’m disappointed in you
I wanted to like you & you disappointed me
I want so much that it ignites me
I want so much that it sets me free

every woman is a fucking beautiful dreamer
or she would be, if she allowed herself to [be]

your dreams are prophecies

we met & I liked you & we never met again:

I ached with hope
I forgave you
I surrendered
I went about my life

I did it all
I loved it all
I chose it all
it was all worth it

sometimes— often— I want to share my “creative process”
but I’m still growing into myself
& those kinds of words
sometimes still feel
pretentious

my creative process is my feelings & the meaning[s] I make of them
my creative process is the way I walk myself through everything

I am proud of myself for good reason

there is love in my fire, and fire in my gaze

be the kind of woman who is here to stay
be the kind of woman who takes her own breath away

I am, I am, I am
emanating