Inbox Into-Me-See (Intimacy)

unaware but underlined

I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

My box is screaming
To have you in
My mind is dreaming
Thoughts begin

To Move
To Dance
To Sing
Of a romance
Inside of my box
Inside of me

I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

My box misses you
Our “private writes”
Naked and true
Words, you to me
Words, me to you
Beautiful words, just for two

Minds to collide
No longer having to hide
Deeper we go
Inside deep we’ll slide

I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

My box is ready
Open
Wide
Juices are flowing
Deep inside

Of my fingers
My toes
Between all of…

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Kasia Struss for Harper’s Bazaar US December 2013

the CITIZENS of FASHION

Harper’s Bazaar US December 2013 issue :
Editorial : Chic, Easy Pieces
Model: Kasia Struss
Photographer: Paola Kudacki
Stylist: Ondine Azoulay
Hair: Charlie Taylor
Make-Up: Pep Gay
Manicure: Casey Herman

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Day 68 – Let’s Start A Family, Mr. Sir

The 365 Poetry Project: Year 3

Let’s start a family, Mr. Sir,
but no babies.
I’m full to death of babies.

Let’s gather up our elders-
pick a sidewalk and get to lookin’-
by the length of their beards,
we’ll know.

Let’s hit the bricks of Southampton,
the beaches of Santa Monica,
the bridges of Madison County,
playing I Spy for the chosen ones.

‘Cause I got no blood worth giving,
but it boils still sometimes,
like the rum-drenched crotchety old farmers
I want to find with you.

Start a family with me, Mr. Sir,
and we’ll have a table miles long-
dirty faces and whistled blessings,
all the stories we didn’t write-
and no god-forsaken babies.

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