“We are often like the ocean and the shore; meeting yet retreating, never fully embracing the fullness of the intimacy I crave.
I receive your flowers that come without fail to my door, always wondering if this ritual is something that one day I will grow to hate.
Bring me a daisy that you’ve plucked from the side of the road, whisper your secrets in my ear. Smile your wickedness with intent, I wish to feel the warmth of your skin. It’s not anything you’ve done that hurts, it’s that I’m fighting to fall into a depth of you that you never reveal.” ~Monika Carless
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