We're more than just a simple collection of skin and synapses reacting to one another, more than the blackness sweeping over after a star's collapse. After a constellation enfolds, you are the burst of light, existing only in a space of seconds, to cover me with...
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You can be inked on my skin, marked on my heart,tattoos and unseen etchings with our names,all our words said in the other's ear Like a secret that knew precisely where to tear open the other, whispers traveling along breezes I can...
The lamp touches your face,for a moment I forget everything,the black coal of the night sky,the silence that comes close to caving you in.Even though I may take time to speak,the dialogue I create between us may not always be...
I'll always wonder if you can feel me through the air,through the floating whispers in winter's coldest night winds when I graze the soft skin of your cheek as you sleep, the smile curving lips as you dream will be me. Silently...
You get close enough for me to breathe inthe unique glow from every constellation you made in my eyes with just a touch, the meeting of our fingertips could be enough To make these dangerous energies burst and paint showers of every color...
All fiction traces back to some truthful spark, some tremor splitting through the earth and shaking every inch of the skyline that grows more veiled by the hour. Towering clouds of black smoke from buildings set ablaze, from bridges helplessly burning, each dancing and licking flame is...
You wandered through the years, from heart to broken heart, the light once placed so gently inside you becoming fanned fires getting ready to torch, sweep over with nothing but love. There was a dark divide between us at times, a quiet we did not...
Mirroring Storms
"Thanks to my dear friend Echelon, who helped spark this idea."
I'll feel you in the air long before arriving at my door, a tinge of static in every breath and step, your eyes mirrored the sky as we drove a lonely road, the dark blue of vast enigmatic oceans. Clouds swirled above us...
If your words are painted across my heart, if your face is drawn along every wallI'll go on to build around myself, then I could still hold on to some semblance of you. Some parallel echo I may be able to record and...
To know you long to lay back in bed, your muscles relaxing on soft sheets, eyes half closed as your body acts on reflex alone, lips and legs slightly parting when I near you. To know you quiver from fingers entering, eager but wanting...