For Cait.
I LOVE YOU, BABE. And I love that you get me. Love that Juliet can call you up just to hear Nat’s voice in the early-morning hours AND WE CAN DISCUSS THE YOGA-BALL SUTRA we never got around to writing after we healed from that silly bout of Mono that changed our lives and brought us over the ocean’s waves.
I LUST AFTER YOUR FLUIDITY, DARLIN. The way that you are feeling-oriented one day, body-oriented the next moment, and then all of a sudden we’ve taken Baudelaire and put him on the shelf. No. Not the shelf. Framed in frosted glass on the bathroom walls. But just as a reminder. A fuzzy one. Not meant for clear reading. Of course.
And then we’re back in the thick of it, BEING VIRGINIA, and theoretical verbiage is dancing off your sexy tongue right into my heart, but you’re not talking theory, YOU’RE SINGING THE PRAISE-SONG OF YOUR IDENTITY, YOUR EMBODIED-ESSENCE, AND IT LEAPS INTO ME, FILLING ME TO OVERFLOWING.
YOUR FLUIDITY MAKES ME WET, ‘CAUSE WE ARE ALIVE TOGETHER AND WE VIBE TOGETHER. We are two women on a journey to strip back the barriers that keep us hidden from our own selves, that keep us veiled from the magnificence of this world and each other. We are stripping and scripting and scripting and stripping with beginning and beginning. A practice to come back. To return. Again. Again. Again.
STRIPPING AND SCRIPTING. SCRIPTING AND STRIPPING. THIS IS A PRACTICE. THIS IS THE BEAUTY YOUR SPIRIT IS HERE TO TEACH. OPENING AND UNFOLDING. STRIPPING. AND BREATHING. SCRIPTING AND RELEASING. TOUCHING FREEDOM. FINDING OUR HEART-KEYS AND UNLOCKING OUR SENSE-DOORS, OPENING OUR OWN PRISON-CAGES AND STEPPING OUT FROM BEHIND THE BARS. THROUGH THE BARS. STEPPING OUT. STRIPPING AND SCRIPTING. BECAUSE WE CAN. BECAUSE WE ARE HERE TO LIVE. WE ARE THAT. SO HUM, SAID THE GODDESS TO THE GLOWING SUN.
And I love that we are still txting as we’re sending t-mail in the darkened night hours, FINDING OURSELVES AND LOSING OURSELVES, SPARKLING AND SHINING AND GLISTENING WITH CUM AND TEARS AND BROKEN-OPEN HEARTS, and playing with social media that sometimes flies clear over both our heads. We whisper to each other about who’s driving the bus, and who’s tantrumming, and who’s blossoming at any given time. And I know Slice and the one who sits with her hands folded all sweet in her lap and you’ve met Khandroma, and the subbie, and Arabella, too.
You are a sparkling jewel, angel. A rockstar-fucking-goddess. And damn sexy, at that. I BOW TO YOU, MY SISTER, MY LOVER, MY FRIEND, MY SOUL MIRROR, AND I BOW WITH YOU: In(curvature). (In)creasing. In(deepening). (In)streaming. In(love). STRIPPING (&) SCRIPTING.
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Joshua Aaron Levy
2 years ago
It is raining deeply
The ocean envied the water droplet of it's fluidity
The wind buffeted the droplet too and fro
Yearning the ocean also wished to ride the winds
Gravity held, pushed and threw the water droplet down
Oh! How the ocean moaned to be so moved by anything
Ocean moved and moved, swirled and twirled until the spray
of her Devotion created rainbows, praises of the droplets Beauty
Then in a moment that turned time both soft and brittle
Beloved droplet said, "I am not you, you I will not kiss."
The droplet crashed into the ocean and all was silent
Ocean could not see, could not find or understand the droplets proclamation
Why such a free being that refracted all the light of all the sky and stars
Could run away and disappear…
Ocean quivered and roared
What could it be without such a magnificent gem such as the droplet!?
If this sinister grace of nymphatic beauty could not embrace ocean
Then there was no hope, no home
Sorrow
Unfolded
Yet still the Sun shone in the sky, imparting it's Grace
Yet still endless Life stirred in ocean's womb ready to emerge into the world
Yet ocean remained still
Mourning the loss of a single droplet that was simply the smallest part of herself.
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Arabella Truth
2 years ago
You humble me. And you leave me shivering in a state of newfound vulnerability. Speechless and overflowing with words all at once. Thank you, Joshua Aaron Levy, for speaking such truth into the depths of my Heart. Thank you for reminding me, when I am so often the one that tries so hard to remind others. Thank you for being here. I appreciate you.
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