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.
you make me complicated.. delicate… involved. and my silence weakens our strength… moving through nonsense, the minutes roll by our dignity. caught up in levels that burn the capacity. washed away the solid foundation.. built on a pedestal, amounted to no good. trouble maker. you mask the cause. revolved on a whim. balanced by love. reflected by faults. Continue reading “we move like..”
i bloom in the texture of you. make room for the moments to breathe in your light and hide softly in its warmth. hungry fingertips take all that you allow me to feel. and i hide. frozen eyes bleed for your nourishment and you fall softly into my presence. keeping me cool and calming theContinue reading “movements”
(collective) peachy pink glisten in the dimness of the light rests on my lips. forbidden lovely draws me glances from the darkness of his eyes. this exchange feels necessary. a startling decision to eliminate the spaces between us. eyelids flutter to capture your notions. if only you could see me.. .. falls colors separated the seams toContinue reading “heater”