self portrait – Jennifer Summer

And then she can breathe again, the fresh air of him plumping out her lungs, pillowing into her chest. This is the […]

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Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently […]

Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read. – Michael […]

love – it can and should be so easy like falling asleep in a chair or like a church full of windows. […]

cage-free — He told her that her rib cage was big to accommodate the size of her heart. Without the confines of […]

milk — And we were the girls who were told we’d be ‘spoiled’ if we let anything inside us before marriage; a […]

growing out — It’s all still there, in your lungs; the living memory of every gasp you took in fear or elation […]

out of my way you missed with your magic out of my way you see, you missed with your magic out of […]

My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing. – Rainer Maria Rilke | The Book of […]