I simply couldn’t love this collaboration more! I met Steph at a writing workshop I gave with Daisy Buchanan at Henley Lit Fest last year. What a total joy to read her words here xo
Desire is part of being a human (woman or man or non-binary) who is fully alive. It's neither good nor bad. The key is to want what *you* want--not what you are being *told* to want--usually by those who are trying to sell you something. Once you wake up to the myriad voices trying to manipulate your authentic desires, you will begin to find the desires that bring you Life and Joy. Be gentle and patient with yourself as you learn to hear your own calling.
Wow 🔥
Holy fuck - I devoured this, greedily. ALL OF THIS. My suppressed soul wants MORE, MORE, MORE ❤️🔥
I simply couldn’t love this collaboration more! I met Steph at a writing workshop I gave with Daisy Buchanan at Henley Lit Fest last year. What a total joy to read her words here xo
She Came to Me Like a Poem
She came to me like a poem,
raw and unfinished,
full of yearning and potential.
I was the poet, the sculptor, the artist of her desire.
She offered herself up to me,
a blank page, a canvas waiting to be filled
with color and meaning.
I taught her the language of pleasure,
the dialect of passion.
I wrote my love on her body
in bruises and bitemarks,
a secret script that only we could decipher.
She was my masterpiece, my magnum opus,
the greatest work of my life.
But I was more than just her lover,
more than a body to worship and adore.
I was her teacher, her guide, her muse.
I showed her the world through my eyes,
through the lens of my scars and stories.
I shared with her the wisdom
of Sappho, of Stein, of Woolf and Winterson,
the poets and prophets of our desire.
Sometimes, in the quiet moments
after our lovemaking, I would weep,
overwhelmed by the beauty and fragility
of what we had created.
She would hold me then, this young woman,
this fearless femme,
and together we would mourn
the wounds of the world,
the scars that had shaped us both.
Now, years later, she is a woman
in her own right, a force of nature,
a fire that burns bright.
But I know that I am still there,
in every poem she writes,
every canvas she paints, every photo she takes.
I am the glass that shaped her,
the light that still glitters in her soul.
This is how I loved her, how she loved me.
Not with the caution of age,
but with the reckless abandon of youth.
Our love was a renaissance,
a fiery cry against a world that sought to tame us.
But we were wild, untamed,
two soulmates dancing in the flames
of our own creation.
Desire is part of being a human (woman or man or non-binary) who is fully alive. It's neither good nor bad. The key is to want what *you* want--not what you are being *told* to want--usually by those who are trying to sell you something. Once you wake up to the myriad voices trying to manipulate your authentic desires, you will begin to find the desires that bring you Life and Joy. Be gentle and patient with yourself as you learn to hear your own calling.
Thanks for this Steph ! Brilliantly inspiring
This is amazing. There's so much here that I've felt but not articulated, and I gobbled all of this right up.