I want to describe the place,where you think I amafter we've made love and our beings are spent.Your fingertips slowly roam across my bare chest insuch a gentle way that contraststhe way you raked before.And the afterburn is little morethan nerves torched...
tvn
The sweet and salt of another,although already evaporated from bare skin,still remains a ghost of DNA between us,and I wonder if you can still feel it.Some difference between the fires,if you still burn where lips explored before or if you still...
I was close to you for so long and it was only through words at first,and to know I'm forever puncturedby something not made of skin or steel,to be torn from different wombsand always feel that you neverentirely left its fleshy...
You'll already have my name but sometimesI forget the pull this will imply.You still took my hand and beganto gently instruct me in the dark,I used to need lights for this,to slowly part the unknown.Everything can be learned from there.It...
I'll give up the ghost soon enough.But right now you still taste like wineand too many sweetnesses I cannot name.It was the last time that starswere radiating in your eyes,ghostly flares like a hearth glowingas this engine sped us through...
The night belongs to you,its spectral glows upon your framereminds me that there are pieces,fragments of you with me thatI won't be able to give back.Such pain once made us dangerous.It's become something much morethat will bind us together.And I'm...
Reverb
"From a series of sonnets"
After we are a tangle of limbs braided,our heat encased within blanketsand our still, feverish forms,I try to listen to the endless beautiful code that your heart makes.You're always trying to tell me somethingwhenever we're not using words.This live wire between...
The song flowed through meas I once moved through you,deeper than any known note,without pride or question.It sang of something so distant,a bond I wanted to touch or torch,maybe I was just jealous,craving a tie so sacred.Maybe it just proves...
Pressed
"From a series of sonnets"
I felt much younger then,bodies so light with love that we couldalmost be torn apart by a violent wind,leaves battered in December night rain.I listened too closely to a heart pounding against my vulnerable skinto a song that has flown.An engine I...
We did it all for love....After winter's first breath exhaleslike the softest phantom pain,something brought you back to medown in the valley where no oneremembers what we have lost,no one remembers our names in slow motion corteges of bodiesand endless shimmering...