Category Archives: Body

October

You come to me, your Jesus, With legs spread, begging. Sitting there, nude, as an Unravelled mystery. But, I am your shackles. Holding You down, stroking your Conscience. Your thoughts Drip onto my tongue. You Cry out that you cannot

October

You come to me, your Jesus, With legs spread, begging. Sitting there, nude, as an Unravelled mystery. But, I am your shackles. Holding You down, stroking your Conscience. Your thoughts Drip onto my tongue. You Cry out that you cannot

You turn me inside out

Let’s meet in a dark alley and talk about it How your name is the only one I want to say out loud Uncontrollably How our bodies cast shadows on the walls Projecting our abstract thoughts How the rolling thunder

You turn me inside out

Let’s meet in a dark alley and talk about it How your name is the only one I want to say out loud Uncontrollably How our bodies cast shadows on the walls Projecting our abstract thoughts How the rolling thunder

Shrine

It’s why I go to sleep To see that dreamy face of yours I wake up in the middle of the night Just so I can see that smile The one you get when you’re dreaming of me I look

Shrine

It’s why I go to sleep To see that dreamy face of yours I wake up in the middle of the night Just so I can see that smile The one you get when you’re dreaming of me I look

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

Vicky

You lay there in the bathtub As I shower you in champagne It courses over your body, through peaks and valleys My lips follow close behind The saltiness of your skin is complimented by the bitterness of the bubbly And

Vicky

You lay there in the bathtub As I shower you in champagne It courses over your body, through peaks and valleys My lips follow close behind The saltiness of your skin is complimented by the bitterness of the bubbly And

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

Eight is the magic number

It’s the all-knowing orb Infinity when it stands to reason And the shape of our bodies, perfectly entwined

Eight is the magic number

It’s the all-knowing orb Infinity when it stands to reason And the shape of our bodies, perfectly entwined