Descendant of Medusa

[van-life]

[fatimamononoke]

I'm tryna give him all of my heart and throat

[tell-taleheartt]

Honey

I can’t get you out of my head.

I take you with me while I sleep.

Dreaming of my lips following the map your freckles have left for me, tracing with shallowed breath as they encapsulate the tattoos on your neck.

The faint scars on your forearm that have me yearning to know, if I follow the lines of your past will it lead me into the depths of your soul.

Your eyes that play with the light, they way honey teases the tea that is my appetite. The warmth inviting me in, and the depth making me feel as if I’ve already sinned.

Let me get you out of my head,

I’m craving your body in my bed.

[erosboi-deactivated20130619]

[recaption]

[agnes-cecile]

[vethox]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[thebutchriarchy-deactivated2019]

Medusa with the Head of Perseus, Luciano Garbati, 2008

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I see her pure, pale aura shine, piercing, sweet / Sharp as death, or sin.”

— Marya Zaturenska, from The Collected Poems; “The Angel of the Solitary,”

[neckkiss]

[robsesphoto]

Vancouver Island, BC

[arthetic]

[lifeinpoetry]

I’m sick of repeating myself. I’m ready to be soft. I’m ready to be flesh.

—  Alexandra Naughton, from “Qualcomm,” published in Maudlin House

[kxowledge]

Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

[julesville]

[hellish-daddy]

“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”

— Iain S. Thomas  (via perrfectly)