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”
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the end that meets a beginning
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.
we move in slow motion with built up behavior that leaves us nothing but confusion and desire. we slip through dark nights hiding the fire that melts us together. we fall into silence, these moments with eyes connected and blooming all the need all the denial all the question of what should be’s and couldContinue reading “we”
you’re my addiction breaking down the rules, tearing down the walls feeding what hides inside destroying all logic. i need you. can’t you see the discipline i give? i pull it back and leave everything for you rape the ideals, serve me pain make me want all the bad in you that’s good to me.Continue reading “file as…”
…there’s only one way left for me to show you what this feels like.
covered in thoughts comfortable in my sheets my mind wanders. lingers vibrates in the madness of you. and when i hear the sweet sound of footsteps i imagine they are yours coming straight to my door i imagine your silhouette at my bed imagination has a terrifying way of taking over me. enough to digContinue reading “covered”
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”
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”
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”
…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 holdContinue reading “you are…”