The hours lap at her like waves breaking on the beach, rising and falling and crashing. Fearsome and beautiful.
Some have perished in these waters before, the current’s pull waiting for some discarded lover to embrace. The saltiness upon her skin as it holds her closer, like liquid in the lungs. Drowning in all the moments reminisced, pulled down by the empty expanse ahead. Rising, crashing, falling. Onward, downward she plummets, limbs mangled and embedded with sparkling pieces of sea glass. Shards of hopes dashed into oblivion by the miracle of time and force. The terror and pain, it is done. Now remains only the gentle lapping as she floats further from the shore, stealing away, folding her shining body into the horizon.
to fuck and be fucked
eye/a, love you
Of all those faces I have seen pass beneath that painted door frame, it is yours I have loved the most.
For a long time I ached to abandon myself, too easily ensnared by the empty promises of my sometime failures. Misadventure has weighed me down for longer than I would like to acknowledge myself. The void I once sought to fill has become a vessel for our love. Falling endlessly into a dark passage, it has always been just us, toppling over one another, trying to find our way through this strange dream. It is ours alone.
In your company I found strength and reprieve.I love you and because of that, I love me, too. Our life together on the wrong end of the looking glass has given me more insight into myself than any other relationship has granted me. Even though our time was brief, the imprint you have made on my heart and character are anything but fleeting.
I love you more than I could ever express.
dandelion and the lonely tree
I heard the tree fall, foliage floating on wisps of opulent sunlight
sleepily drifting towards the woodland floor
bathing us in green
alone we stood with clasped hands
growing taller
dandelions
summer wind blowing our wishes away with her graceful respiration
Hot and slow
Wetting her lips
Silently dripping
A Face full of down feathers
Teeth clenched around a section of pillow casing
Muscles beneath soft skin contracting
Tears
in the bed i lay
deep as i have dug it
filth haphazardly thrown across my bare chest
a satisfaction rises within
me
i know that this is the end
my hand of cards
shot
the house crumbling around my helpless body
to succumb to the burial of another portion
another piece of myself i have rationed off
to one more worthy
to fuel another, to fill them with frenzied dreams i may never live up to
endless i feel in the static that supplies my stomach with melodic pangs
ambient sound that fills me, drains me of all thought
to sway with the nothingness
no thoughts, not in words at least
the guttural forgiveness i must grant myself
write more he says and I obey
he knows not what he asks
keys flickering, unable to match the pace of
my disillusions
this will not do
45 seconds of fury
1. A venomous indulgence, our knotted tongues and hair and limbs beneath the white sheets, emblematic of purity. A fortress unkempt from the violent adulation of each-others bodies.
2.All love is rape, and I have seen that face before, pilfering in the darkness. From the precipice of irrelevance, I push those men forth, their vacuous black eyes fading, erasing. I feel nothing and lay claim to myself. It is only you now, floating in the space between my closed eyelids at 12:41 am.
3. A quickening of the coronary system. Unanswerable questions drench me in the sweat of ambivalence. Things I ought not to desire and the dodging of cardial fracture. A page of things I can not say aloud tucked inside a drawer in my chest.
4.I feel his breathing beneath my cheek, his hand in my hair. The cynical logic escapes me, and I breath it out like helium from a child’s lungs. It leaves in whispers, giggles, kisses, moaning..
5. I fold into him, eyes shut, imagining a place more viable than this. A curl is then tucked behind my ear, and I shudder at the serenity that fills me. This time, it’s going to hurt.
I hang below you, burning and transient. An ember in its last fit of fire, a solitary moment of radiance before turning to cinders. Falling inwardly, an opaque patch of soot beneath a flickering frame.
A life synthetic. The syncopation of dissent, an abstraction of reality played out with human bodies. An all encompassing fear of the comfort that drives us to divergent paths.
I weigh this in time, as men often do. Slicing the future into edible portions, easy to digest. Legible, expendable. A trail of whispered tomorrows that expire sooner than milk.
It tastes like sincerity.
I Cannot Fly
Envelop you, whole. Walk with me into my droll dreams. They eat my mother and sister with razor teeth..vain sleep, I weep upon the waking. Dull halls of sandy hues winding down to the death of my family, the odd pomp and circumstance of such circumstances, a familiarity I cannot ignore. I cling to your shadow in the blindness of my circular plight. Yellow birds do not take flight, yet un-clipped wings lend themselves to futile rustling.
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