Sacrifice Cave. Middle of the jungle in Belize. I can’t begin to explain the energy in there.
Bellingham. Drunk in a basement with a boy whose name I don’t remember. Age 19.
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky’s hot rim,
The day’s last breath in our sails.
Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
ohhhhhhhhhhh this is so pretty
this is so pretty i’m going to just keel over and die can i please know the tattoo artist aaaaah this is outstanding
The tattoo artist is my boyfriend: Jesse Roberts. :)
