Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Tag: Inner Beauty
A Daily Prayer
May the Light of Love blind us to the faults and imperfections we each have, now and forevermore. tara caribou | ©2017-2021
Pollution
My lips burn to say the words I love you It almost doesn’t seem fair Dragging you down to me See you’re wonderful Incredible Amazing Not perfect but you’re simply you And I contaminate you with my filth My sins and my darkness I’m… Continue Reading “Pollution”
It’s Just The Way She Loves
she’s beautiful in your eyes the way she dances as she works, singing loudly and shaking her hips when she thinks no one seesthe way she watches a small wild rabbit from the top step of the porch with a smile, a hand on… Continue Reading “It’s Just The Way She Loves”
Terrestrial
Her eyes shine blue, but grey in storm Movements of a dancer Curves, ebbing, flowing, crashing together Ocean waves as flesh Sweet flowing nectar, giving life Ruby jewels parting, shining, enticing Perfect blinding distractions There’s a deeper truth, always going deeper Seeing right through… Continue Reading “Terrestrial”
Cathedral
Her heart is a cathedral. Bright stain-glassed windows, each a story to tell. So her own story is mapped out in ink across her breast. The entrance, tall imposing doors, not easily opened with gargoyles guarding each side, lips raised in stark, snarling warning.… Continue Reading “Cathedral”
Motor REBLOG
This really met me right where I’m at. I hope you’ll go to her blog and read the full piece. Now my mouth doesn’t know what my shadow is saying. Motor Motor nerve. Damage. (How?) Peripheral. (Vision?) Damaged. These are the bumps in my… Continue Reading “Motor REBLOG”
A lesson in empathy, vol. 3 (REBLOG)
Originally posted on Patrick Walts:
Imagine that grown, creepy men have been trying to fuck you since you were ten years old. Imagine one of them did, and when you told people, no one believed you. Imagine agonizing over what to wear before you…
In His Eyes
Sun blossoms in her hair Remind him of summer gardens And rippling crystalline creeks Her lips need no false color Her skin no extra adornment In his eyes She is naturally gorgeous tara caribou | ©️2019
