Time is water, the liquid slaughter of hope. No matter how control is exerted, the seconds would slip through the cracks of our moments together, collecting in pools on the other side of our desire to remind that this joy was finite. I tried to deny myself rest, wanted to halt any physical need beyond […]
Read MoreI’ve heard your sex called a flower, but I’ve not believed that accurate for a flower opens indiscriminately, and what lies at your center is home for only the most privileged. She is private, sensitive beauty that could occasionally be seen as delicate as the thin petals, fibrous and hungry for light, but truth told […]
Read MorePull down this tattered collar and reveal what lies beneath, where so many eyes pry. For your flesh, love, their own pleasure and perhaps yours, it’s a crane of the neck to afford a view at something you don’t mind showing if the time is right, the light proper, the mood a swirl of lust, […]
Read MoreThese plates in the cabinets or the special trinkets from a life of bustle within the margins, they’re too safe behind the glass. From the discarded cells of ten thousand days, or the heavy footfalls of a disappointed heart, they sit protected and untouched, periphery dressings in a world domesticated by routine and propriety. Smash […]
Read MoreIt’s the curves of them, those divine contours of skin and shape that challenge the veracity of a Godless universe. The soul too, it’s colored differently than that of the opposite sex. It’s a palette of sweet vulnerability hiding under layers of strength, stamina, resilience, and frequently patience for the other half of the world […]
Read MoreThese smiles are forced and its surprising they haven’t creased my face like crows feet at the corners of the eyes on an ancient sun-worshipper. You make me feel old and out of touch, as if somewhere during my years I stopped listening and just started believing I was right. I am never right, but […]
Read MoreI have been awash in cynicism too long, with internal thorns lending no protection, no justifiable reason for their existence beyond the obvious – self harm – and that’s not justifiable. It’s masochistic. It’s self flagellation, these piercing daggers stemming from a nature of what? Callous self-preservation? A requirement to fit in and sip the […]
Read MoreIn the times between uswe loved only within moments together.Lips overlapping, pressed, hotmoistened by expectationand hunger.I tasted truth there,never meeting it againwhen words replaced kisses.Claiming I was special,yet never was I exceptional enough.Arguing I was beautiful,the mirror insisting otherwise.Laughing in ungraceful gaspswith eyes unsmiling.Each an invitation rescinded,a reminder we were apart,a denial of sensed hunger.In the […]
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