"The white fathers told us, "I think, therefore, I am" and the black mother within each of us – the poet – whispers in our dreams, I feel, therefore I can be free."- Audre Lorde

Monday, January 18, 2010

remember when you'd find me here... waiting in silent anticipation. you'd sit beside me.i'd sit beside you. backs leaned up against the rock. naked toes in the grass. you'd try to sing, but i wouldn't let you. i'd try to cry out but you'd hold me, and say "Here I Am".

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snail coitus makes me smile