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
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
And all because the way you say my name is different
I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise
And all because the way you say my name is different
I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise
4×6 or A4?
A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the
4×6 or A4?
A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the
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