a beard is a beautiful thing to get lost in, the scent, the softness, the stories that intertwine, dangle, get blown in the wind.
heidi kalyani, 2017, from *project 139 (or less)*
a beard is a beautiful thing to get lost in, the scent, the softness, the stories that intertwine, dangle, get blown in the wind.
heidi kalyani, 2017, from *project 139 (or less)*
as you ran fingers along my spine, you asked, how did you get such strong muscles here? from carrying the weight of the world, i said.
heidi kalyani, 2016, from *project 139 (or less)*
if i could manifest extra arms at will, i would make two for encircling you, two for pouring tea, and two more for juggling the cosmos.
heidi kalyani, 2016, from *project 139 (or less)*
your present truth pulses through my veins. hearing you this deeply dissolves my inhibitions and melts the protective layer i often wear.
heidi kalyani, 2016, from *project 139 (or less)*
my heart moves in many directions. it bursts in as well as out. it shrinks and jumps and swells — each equally beautiful and messy.
heidi kalyani, 2016, from *project 139 (or less)*