Heat is harder than you think, it only makes you sad and strange and wakes you up just as you were falling asleep.
Digging the archives of painful beautiful heat. I am so sorry for making it into a story, as if it wasn’t just painful and beautiful and hot.
Nothing about being written is better than being loved.
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your hand
the fingers so lightly tracing
my hand
my skin singing the body electric
praying some pilgrim’s prayer
all of it connecting and disconnecting
from the bar the brawl the bitches here
the sound of you
all my ladies if you want to do it do it
touch my palm in promise
listen when I tell you that I have a crush on you
I have a crush on you
I am crushed by it
see me compressing under the weight
of lust for you
your hand
the fingers so lightly tracing
my hand
my skin sinning the body electric
I could order this Jagermeister
but what I want is the hollow of your collarbones
receiving my fingers gratefully
instead I’m pushing through unfamiliar flesh
muscling to the bar
but hoping you’ll lean
you’ll lean in close
your cheek smooth and penitential
your skin smooth and beautiful
take me to the dark
take me to your hand
take me to your leader
take me to your hand
eleanor j jackson 
jesus, mary and joseph. i don’t think you watched kissing jessica stein last night. i’m going to take the dog for a walk, get a coffee and hunker down to do some reading and writing. wrote a cheat heat on my run this morning…there’s something about the constant repetition of feet hitting pavement that stimulates rhymes.