it rises out from inside my belly. quietly spreading through every vein. a slow wave of love. a slow wave of ache. until it pours out of me. until it becomes shape and color. until it dissolves me into the canvas.
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in that sunbreak
when dawn ended, the sun spilled on my face soft in the pillows of you, the warmth shined in that space, it broke its way into that room. soaked me warmer than i already felt laying there close enough to feel you. eyes blinking, sleepily waking, feeling and touching. reaching further into you, reaching toContinue reading “in that sunbreak”
Give me something to breathe in. Something deeper than just the smell and taste of your skin. I want something to reach for. Want more than sweet vibrations that cascade around my body. Play me a sweet sound. Skin on skin, iridescent in sweat and saliva. Bring me your kaleidoscope that bleeds colors so deepContinue reading “Untitled”
I want someone that wants me always. No matter the difficulties, no matter the bridge to cross. I want someone that’s not afraid of their burning desires. Eagerly taking big steps to find the light at the end of an unknown tunnel. I want to find and see and touch that bravery. You are real,Continue reading “you’re somewhere”
for good measure
you remembered who i am, didn’t you? not just an object of exploration, but a reality with ties. life loves to deliver us reminders. notes dropped in a hat box full of possibilities. all those hats just keep hiding, quietly. patiently. you don’t know the potential do you? i’ll still wait for you to crackContinue reading “for good measure”
let it last
simulative fingers feel pain, as you hear your own heart beat, as you imagine crawling… climbing up and out. you stop. you look down at your own hands as they hold each other, wrapping each other, soothing each other, as if your knuckles would have been bleeding. you sit. what an imaginative world we play.Continue reading “let it last”
the end that meets a beginning
it’s the funny sound that the fan makes when you’re right below it. a sweet pitched twitch that lets you hear maneuver. that quiet reminder you’re only a vibration with electric matter. you. are. electric, baby. and i want to give you my plug.
we move in slow motion with built up behavior that leaves us nothing but confusion and desire. we slip through dark nights hiding the fire that melts us together. we fall into silence, these moments with eyes connected and blooming all the need all the denial all the question of what should be’s and couldContinue reading “we”