*to whomever paints it, colors me theirs*

*to whomever paints it, colors me theirs* by Lee “Bridgett” Harrington across a dream crossed by screams I call for you to ride away from your complacency Ride the waterways of my body My veins Your hands stern but soft would row the way Along my valley Waters Lakes Streams Past the rapids of my heart Into the vast ocean of my soul *** let me sing your mind your tongue paint my sweat upon your brow bind you in my acrylics watercolors pastels or the lyrics of my life *** be my palette let me brush you across my…

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Personal Journal Entry

I just spent the evening with PowerGirl, first stopping off for Sushi and then up to her place to share a slice of life, tea, images and futures.  What an amazing woman, full of pride and a sense of the truth in education.  Wow.  I look forward to our growing friendship. In frustrating news, I called my job for tomorrow, a lingerie/nude modeling shoot in Brooklyn, to confirm that everything was on.  Not only did he not have me on his schedule, but for the first half of our conversation he couldn’t even remember who I was.  How incredibly frustrating.…

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