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.
These vibrations move too deep. Looking for the core, I’m looking for the warmth. I’m swimming deep, pushing away the fears Breathing water, I bloom in the comfort.
Enrapture me in your culprit device, Keep me safe from my own demise. Ugh the senses love to take over me, Imagination caught with serendipity. I can’t win, this I know. And with every day, these seasons grow. Sweet symphony, you’re a cause to blame, As I strike my cord in this silly game. Love.
You’re right. I’m insatiable. I move through my days with an altered want. Never feeling whole, always wanting more. I’m hungry. I’m aching. I’m disquiet in sensibility. And I hide it so well. I’m ambiguous. I’m distraught. I’m fiery with wet imagination. I’m breathing deep trying to pull you closer. I’m a mess. Cultivated inContinue reading “I am”
The summer breeze brought the sweet feel of you Gliding across my skin. Weakened to the knees. Slow breath. Slight touch. And with the twinkling sound of leaves My hearts pushing, legs grasping. Full of memory. Mmm. Hums of machines move past me, back and forth. And back again. Our silhouettes hide between the space.Continue reading “Untitled”
Eyes close in the ache of a constant crave. I’m remembering your touch. Delicate but deliberate. Remembering your face, quintessentially beautiful. Remembering the feel, mind open… Body’s open. Remembering your taste, salty and sweet. It’s such a smooth collide. I know not what you want from me, As I become a beggar lustfully crawling forContinue reading “september”
You took my hand. Cold and anxious it was. It was desperate and honest. You lead me to a door, to the waiting room, fed me bits of you, questioned my beliefs, desired my body, built my want. You took me to that room, leaving me there hungry for more. Always wanting more. Grasping forContinue reading “you’ve won”
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”
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.
this heat inspires a pistol on fire delicate in a cutting frame. and you know i can blame no one else but me. on a pedestal of fabric, make the aches grow weary make your parts work for me. oh god what can i become. i enjoy this movement too much. hopeless soul may neverContinue reading “pistol”