the afternoon came along with the ache of your absence. i miss you now. more in this moment than i have in the months passed. this afternoon found me tired. and i just wanted to call you. i wanted to hear you call me your baby. but i can’t, just like i can’t seem toContinue reading “5207”
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captured in my moments with you i’ve never felt so consumed and when you press your heart against me mine beats harder trying to let you know how i feel and when the morning comes my thoughts bloom in memory of you i’m always wanting more… more eye contact more touch to feel moreContinue reading “6”
centered between a vulnerable and guarded space i’m not afraid to show my face and if you choose to join me for a day, an afternoon, an evening of your time… i’ll take that risk to bleed. in my space i feel warm. delicate. walking through this tiny forbidden space, the vulnerable scratches theContinue reading “4”
i give it to you but only a little dosage of everything i am. i give it to you to test you out, to see if any shame will remain. i know everything and nothing about you, and i don’t care that i care. because its a scratch. its a distraction from all the rest.
patient and sleeved inside a strong arm. fingertips wet, dripping with possibilities. it rests awhile when all else is busy. quiet and thoughtful, it aches for submersion. while the sun rises high, and bodies move quick. its calm, magnetic. and it draws me in tight, closer. and as it transforms itself into static, it quiversContinue reading “patches”