Today*. I felt the 
vicious/ferocious in me 
get very excited. 

It was somewhat 
intoxicating. Senses 
sharpening, I felt hunger 

and thirst 
mingle. 

For blood. 
For flesh. 
For spirit. 

:

👄 = 💦 

:

I remembered and 
reveled. 
Sensibilities of sensitive 
skin. 

The neck. 
Revealed 
as 


.

Turning the music 
up, he poured 
bass in 

to me. 

Face inter change 
able: black 

Men
Mirrors
Miracles 

The metaphors of touch 
are dreaming 

:

Openly. Crown as grip. 
We became exquisite. 
We be & came: 

Exquisite. 

:

Bee to flower:
His fear to my 


u: nique, common phrase,
n: ot new to me, night or
d: ay. Twilight. Distribution
e: quitible. Celestial 
r: everance as regular
s: piritual praxis. You. 
t: each me. Touch 
a: nd touch and 
n: urse me into
d: esire 


-ing.

May 2021

Discussion:

Engagement/Utilization of furious sensuality/sensualities as ways to reclaim body/body’s from traumatic happenstance. Is this attraction existing because desire is pure or is it reactionary? Does it matter at a certain point? And if so, why?

I have yet to receive the slow, methodical, aching desire that I so deeply crave– perhaps one might call that a desire to give up control completely? I’ve heard this may be making way for submission. However, that requires a high degree of trust.

A sista friend commented on trauma informed kink which could allow for exploration of these dynamics. As much as i enjoy and have embraced the sharpened tooth, i crave to enjoy the softened body where i am made languid as a truth I’ve yet to ever reach on my own and without the presence of substances as intermediary’s to attainment.

if my mouth were a birthing space, if my mouth were a bird bath, my throat is regurgitating roses from petals to roots: how do you handle my thorns in the predestination of aftermath? i can feel the distances of storms in the immediacy of– is this foreplay as well? can you, whomever you are, handle the density of these metaphors to reach into me, to reach into me, to reach in to me and help me hold the line that is trauma informed pleasure, that is trauma informed desire, that is trauma informed breath?

as much as i would love to color you many shades of red to purple, i would also like to be sensitized over an exceptionally endowed extended period of thyme and space until my gardens are anchored with compost and i can breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeathee–fully–eeeeeeeeeeeeee–>

is my, how is my, my aggression is a pretension, my aggression is a pretense, my aggression is tense, my aggression is tension, in and out of alignment, hand on heart, hand on heart chakra– my aggression is far more than teeth. wants to be put to rest for a while. no need to test for a while.

stretch me in all directions until i am relieved of the duties that i don’t yet know how to put down on my own.

pleasures and thanks, pleasures and thank you’s, pleasures and pain free interactions

December 11th, 2021

Isa Lee Love Jones René