Stretch the Bow

May 26

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[video]

On the singing of birds…

I find it very beautiful that every day, faithfully, as soon as the first light of day creeps in the birds begin their song.

It’s like the birds are saying a little prayer of thanks for being blessed with another day of life.

And its lovely that it is the first sound of the morning.

Thank you Lord, for the singing of birds.

May 25

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why would you waste time…

doing something you hate?

What?! Am I the only one who takes his shoes off at work? (Taken with instagram)

What?! Am I the only one who takes his shoes off at work? (Taken with instagram)

May 24

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sexy motherf*ckers

sexy motherf*ckers

“Graveyard Graveley” (Taken with instagram)

“Graveyard Graveley” (Taken with instagram)

May 21

Dear future love…

I don’t just want to date you, I want to love you.
I want my heart to break for what breaks yours.
I want you to find shelter in the warmth of my breast,
let the rising and falling of my chest, with every breath be a reassurance of my love.

I don’t just want to undress you.
I want to shed the coarse, outer layer that hides the truthful softness and beauty that resides inside.  
Past the layers of tissue that wrap you like an infant. 
Past your ribs that house your heart pumping cascades of life through your veins, where your heart sits like a bird in a cage. 

I don’t just want to fuck you
I want your body and my body to be intertwined like the strands of a vine
I want to lose the definition of where your skin ends and mine begins. 
I want to get so lost in the topography of your body, that not even a map, or a compass could help me find my way back. 

And I’m willing to wait because like wine, love is better aged. 
The flavor is sweetened over time, and when un-corked for the first time and poured into a glass, the first sip will tickle the tongue like a jazz pianist tickles the keys. 

and to the beautiful black girl who’s tank I filled with gas and directed you out of the woods…

call me 

to the cute hippie chick who lost her hula hoop riding on the back of my scooter…

i hope our paths cross again soon.