I could tell you an intricate story,but we awaken in the raw knowing,a gradient shift in shared history,time coalesced into endless rivers flowing.To be changed with a single touch,blood tide replaced with sweet ichor,ambrosia heating in the rush,tender fires flaring...
poem
Tired Angel
"The beat goes on"
I am so overGetting pushed aroundKicked while I'm downCrying without making a soundI can't understandWhy I feel so badEvery time you get madOur life is fucking sadIt's gotta stop soonI can't handle any moreMy heart is bruised and soreThere must...
You'll take me in secret, pulse to pulse in the night, the beats are innumerable,the automata of touch I want to go so much further, to move just like you do,see just as your eyes do.Enraptured with the pressure,I want...
These richly complicated tapestries and their intricately woven threads have been effortlessly loosened, as if each strand was composed in error or missing some vital precious element that we neglected in the weaving. It is in this gentle undoing that...
Dunhill
""How we danced...""
Our loop is much like faith,invisible yet painfully palpable.But when freighted with the knowledgethat the fluttering of the smallest wingscan send immeasurable cracks through time,I have to close this dangerous circle. I have to learn how to let you goHow...
After the sudden shuddering, the flash between that leaves us luminous in spent arms,I never tell you where I go. I'm not sure you'd want to know. I can't tell you with words that it's ecstasy in retrospect, the rush...
I will never be far away.A nostalgia for the darkwill sweep through us,sun setting earlieron a clear sharp horizon. The night air vibrant with breath we closely exhale like sweet mistas our lips draw ever near.Soft winter kissed skin telegraphing...
Never Let Me Go
""I will love madly first, your naked soul." -Christopher Pointdexter"
Afterwards, the aching goes quiet, retreats to play as a sweet song, one sleepy whisper hovers in our air... "Never let me go."With one silent embrace, you know what could hurt me,what soothes every dark realm. You may as well...
Twin Flame
"“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along” ~ Rumi"
I wonder if you too recognised how effortlessly we breached the surface, burrowing into more intimate clutches as though we had always belonged. How we danced beneath a curious calm during the swift but gentle tensioning, finding comfort in the...