Renard Roux

would love to make a stack of writhing bodies…with her on the bottom

gender-bender:

Each day I am alive it is a day of celebration.
Each day is another opportunity to be myself.

I live in the wind. 
I am a Blackbird on a reed. 

I am the silent gray dawn - bridge between the night and day.

Yours is the waist my arm encircles.
Yours is the plump belly I draw to me. 
Yours is the eyelash that flutters near.

I am a work in progress, the one you call, voice full of wine, blood pounding in our veins, hearts across the wire. 

Each day I celebrate.
Each night I rejoice.

I am the silent gray dawn of November.

Never forget to love.

-ryder 

(Source: disgustinghuman)