carnelian

She came into my home. She shared strawberries and whipped cream with me. I shared wine with her. We pushed paint around. We laughed. I don't know if there is anything romantic about it. She helped me undress and took a picture with a ribbon tied around my head to cover my eyes.
. . .that was yesterday. Today I watched a man drink wine out of a jar. I saw him tighten the lid and tuck the jar into his coat pocket. My ears were cold and head ached. I walked away.

I miss hot sands. Sometimes I burn myself in various ways. . .I miss the heat. Feeling like you could die its so hot!

Yesterday I had laid naked in the yard in the sun. It became hot on my skin. I closed my eyes and felt the back of my head open up so I could see in all directions. The wind kissed me sweetly. I remembered the way water acts when the sun watches her.