We tie so much of ourselves and memory to sensations whether they're made together or are the surroundings framing you, eyes watching raindrops trickle along the windshield as I drive us home. The stars furiously wheeling above, your hand squeezed...
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Your body tells a new story whenever I near you, sometimes your kiss is a brief, beautiful sonnet, carefully chosen words to pull me in, lips chasing one syllable after the next as our silhouettes dissolve, and coalesce into a...
The night wraps around you with each step, the air slightly chilled as the blistering summer slowly yields and fall teases the air with vibrant streaks of silver moonlight and breezes so quiet, each are unique whispers of air reminding...
Line Of Sight
"A man sees his favorite neighbor give in"
I was sneaking around late at night outside, biding my time to come to your window. I've been doing this long enough around here to know when people sleep, know who's awake at night, and have a select few favorites...
If your body is a constellation, I'm following every star, clinging to the sky's cold faithful gravity every night while I gaze and chart what makes you, any form you embody. Any metaphor shaped around you, all the arts you...
We are both suspended in the fractions of a clock's ticking hands, the collections we've acquired of one another and if I move between the unframed photographs strewn all over the desk and through books without bindings to graze the...
You carry a certain light inside of you that I barely understand the glow of when it pours from you to cover me, and it can be the last illumination I give myself over to. The loving radiance crossing every...
The Animal In Us
"We all have one"
We have hours before stars darken and the sun breathes fire across the vast above and when I look at the sky's canvas each night and I wonder how those luminous bodies burn with such intensity and look so still...
There's a place where we move past infatuation, where blazes cool and become embers that are still lively but must be acknowledged and touched to recall the fiery origins of. And all you ever have to do is brush your...
Artifacts
"Sort of a continuation of my last one"
I want to live in the space where you draw your oxygen in and reach for me;that uncertain fraction of a second where your lungsache and the quickening race that is your heart floodseach vein beneath your skin like The grazing...