light – Ciara Ashley Johnson

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”

black goes to blue

all i see is a deep dark sky hidden with the silhouettes of blue. and the sweetest of lights highlight you. you’re a memory i wish would stay. and i know you enough to understand whats happening. but i fight back the feeling. i hold back the urge until i see you again… serendipitously. andContinue reading “black goes to blue”

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.Continue reading “hung up”

Untitled

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.Continue reading “Untitled”

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 butContinue reading “easyeight”

let me

let me capture you. let me snuggle in your deepest thought. warm in your madness i call my own, let me be the darkness you hide in bring your senses to light. hold you close enough to feel inside me. let me buy time and fall apart for you.

it’s…

the quiet night. blue light glows quietly. orange. the sullen movement of the freeway keeps me company. and that’s okay. and you check on me. tell me it’s not alright. but i’m fine. alone. listening to the crickets. feeling an easy breeze. it’s alright. with a fire in my belly. desolate. i always stop. alwaysContinue reading “it’s…”