hung up

hung up my bets in the bedsheets
lustfully crawling knee by knee, hand by hand
straight to your favor.

the chillness in the air encourages sweat
and the touch of your hand causes goosebumps covering my entire body,
i flex in the caress of your fingertips.
and happily i look at you, eager to please. hungry from want. aching with need.

i bloom as a kitten in your glowing light
rolling and twisting,
just keep grasping for more

you are…

…the description of a likeness
i can’t quite find the words to explain.

you’re the pit fire of magic
i don’t even know how to make you believe it.

you’re an addiction i can’t, i won’t let go of
with this influence we hold against one another.

you’re the inflicter of what makes me hold pride inside
distinctive in my own actions where i fall fatefully with you.

you’re every cell i wish to love.

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time never fails to remind

in the quiet hours, in the still nights

you realize all that swirls around you. you’re the gravitational pull you want to be.

so remember that.

reflect on all that you’ve overcome. envision everything you are determined to make happen.

don’t let go. of good thoughts, good surroundings, good people.

and don’t forget to breathe, even in these still nights when you start to question yourself. reassure yourself, and be sure to reassure anyone else that will let you in.

be the light that you are made of. and share it.

a smell in the air

there’s something about the smell of death against your back that makes you notice things you never did before.

the way the wind blows through everything.

the consistent hum of the road.

grumbling sounds of motorcyclists zooming by.  airplanes thunder in the clouds.

the way the clouds light up in the evening light.

the hum of the wind.

and twinkling sound of the sun kissed leaves.

the sky turns when you look at it.  if you watched it enough you would see it passing right by you.

and when the evenings lights start to glow.

the chillness in the air refreshes you.

gives you life.

if only i felt like the gleaming sky.

consistent like all motion.

two weeks

friend or foe

i heart you, did you know?

well, take your dreams, put them in a paper bag and pack them safe along side your perfectly shined shoes.

i see you’re catching the next train,  being whisked away with the wind again?

well, dont forget your jacket.. it gets cold at night these days.

bring your flashlight with you. sling it tight right up to the nose of it.

aiming to please.. they will cast their votes, but dont fret.

you will be safe still.

friend or foe

did you break your phone?

you left this right arm dangling in the wind, again.

well, it didnt need it. a warm fire would have been preferred.

so i’ll catch you on the next moonbeam. my star crossed lover.

with all the little people watching far below..

dont forget to write the love notes.

dont forget to send snapshots. paper airplanes to entertain us all.

easyeight

eyes close,

i lay.

your fingertips lightly touch my hip, my thigh

this wave of sensation finds my toes and runs right up my spine.

delicate in this aggravated way.  you only tease me

trying to please me.

and with clenched fists grabbing tight on the fabric around me

my backs arch gives nothing but light to our movement.

so you’re closer now.  pulling me closer, tightly

i roll into you,

like a cats back that hasn’t been touched for too long.

when you push, i push and

i pull, you pull

a perfect movement bound by passion

equalized by an ebb and flow.

i never want this to end.

eyes open and

i know

its just

imagination

taking over me.