For the Women who Lost Themselves. {Poem}

She lost herself in tumbling streets, beside canals lit with fireflies flickering like stars. She walked among couples, hand in hand, whispering the secrets of the chosen into ears, and necks, and lips.   She lost herself in alleyway bars, with milk-crate stools, and tumblers of warm amber that burnt away the memories of another’s touch. …

Storm Woman

I have always worshipped the radiant sun. Years have passed pining for her rapture, chasing her calm light. My mood eternally governed by the kiss of warmth on my skin and glitter over sapphire waters. Yet, my restless heart seeks further of late. My pilgrimage leads me from the luminance I once coveted, into the …