http://slow.writerscafe.org/Epiphyte The original writings of author Andrea Di Martino en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776091091 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I fell into love with you,A knee bruising, hand scrapingUgly fall. I think I may have sprained A few fingers.We call it a fall, and it isThat giddy, floating feelingOf dropping from great heightAnd a sudden, jarringSTOP. at the bottom.This deliberate fall,Stepping with purposeFrom the cliff's edge, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/1931900/ Watching you, I see the light that shinesWhen you sing. This is the best of you.I want this...And the rest of you. Calloused fingersCalloused soul.I can hardly keepMyself from reachingOut for you. Bodies are instrumentsTo be played for joy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/1515001/ I will not be a victimOf a war I did not fight.I will not be the hero Of your heartbreak.I will comfort youAnd try to bring you light.I will not give my dignity.That, you shall not take.I will not take the lashOf your private pain.I am a friendNot your slave. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/1507057/ explicit and profane. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/1097554/ For Eloise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/1090654/ You leave me bruised.Bruised by your lips, your bones,Your words.By the scent of youWhich lingers on my skinLong after you've said goodbye. You leave me stretched,Distorted and damaged.You changeMy inner architectureSo I wander lostThrough my own interior. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/599200/ You came out of the darkness Like a dream.Beautiful in your insecurity.My body found yours, Or yours mine, My lips found yours, Or yours mine, Who can say which of usWas first.We kissed until my jaw achedAnd my lips felt bruisedDrowning in the sight and scentAnd touch of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/525036/ I always want What i can't have or don't deserve, Sabotage anything good in my life, Wall myself off when i should be opening the gates... I let you see my vulnerability, My terror made me run. There is nothing for me When I only want you.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/482883/ Love is a dangerous angelOne that does not comeSaying "Be not afraid".There is terror in the glory, Pain in blinding light.And always the fear, That in reaching heightsShe will let you drop...I wonder now:Is this the flight...Or the fall? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/468940/ Your lips touch mineAnd sparkle through my veins.From your touch I knowThe paths blood flowsThrough my body.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/461961/ doubts about love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/452147/ First story i have written in a long time. I have no idea where it's going and it is not even close to finished. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/284359/ poem for Katie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/254735/ "The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea." (Isak Dinesen) Expanded version. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/252480/ This morning Ray curledUnder my chin like a seed.Did you know?Under the seed coat is an embryoOf a tiny plant, perfect,Looking like a human embryoCoiled in its mother's womb.Nature repeats herself,Shows us our connections.Like between meAnd RayCoiled like a seedAgai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/231025/ Before the tower fellGod spoke simply,In directives as clear as"Pass the salt." Before we began to climbGod loved us as we love sex,Down amid the mudAnd the dirt and the pain. But...the tower did fallDestroying our earsFor all time,Hearing without listen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/212957/ another poem for my wife. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/212943/ for my dad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/212374/ panic attack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211217/ For my wife. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211189/ about a great love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211044/ A day in the life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211043/ Dreaming of her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211041/ poem for a girl i loved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211040/ A favorite of mine, about my city. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211039/ companion to Cowrie I http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211037/ Driving home from work sick, i see a ghost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211034/ When it ends and you don't know why. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211032/  This must be winter.That’s when the blue rivers rise,Beat against dams of fragile skin,Swollen by body-heatMelted snow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211031/  Long ago,Your genes swamIn great rusty oceans.Battered by the tidesOf a giant moon,The heat of volcanoes,Radiation from a baby sun. Congratulations:For thousands of yearsYou have been a success. But everydayYou die a little.Cells becoming dust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211030/  Sara is an ocean, eagle, tree, mountain, dog. Her hands swoop like swallows above her head. Inhale. Exhale. A tide of air breaks upon the beach of her lungs with a sound like water washing pebbles. Sweat beads on her forehead and drips like rain off the tip of her nose.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211029/  Lying wakeful,Exhaustion’s constant companion,I have come to believeI am nocturnal,Stumbling blindThrough this day lit world. My core yearnsFor alleys and underbrushSlinking shadows,Sly scurryings,And starlight.Eyes that shineIn the flash of headlights... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211028/  In our lizard minds,We can smellEach other’s sicknesses.Like magnets' pull,The more differenceThe more I want you.This is the basis of desire:The yearning to stealStrengths you haveThat I lack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epiphyte/211027/