I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words,but inarticulate cries,meaningless,from the bottom of my most primitive being,that flow from my belly like honey.
A piercing joy,that leaves me empty,conquered,silenced.
It’s time for this again..I’m on my fourth year of not going exploring & camping, & that is entirely too long. Seems like growing up we went on vacation every year, or made up for not going by going to the lake every day my dad had off work. I’m going stir-crazy.