Category Archives: Lips
Placebo (part 2)
Standing outside, she rests her head against my shoulder. I assess the rain. A city like this is fit for strangers. Looking down, I see an anchor reflected in the lights and puddles. I feel seasick. I wonder if there
Placebo (part 2)
Standing outside, she rests her head against my shoulder. I assess the rain. A city like this is fit for strangers. Looking down, I see an anchor reflected in the lights and puddles. I feel seasick. I wonder if there
Anatomy of an angel
She’s cinematic With razor-sharp cheeks Innocent lips And a tongue that silently misbehaves She smiles more at night, when there’s no color Highlighting her beauty spots, like my favorite quotations But you can’t leave out her fine print collarbone Nor
Anatomy of an angel
She’s cinematic With razor-sharp cheeks Innocent lips And a tongue that silently misbehaves She smiles more at night, when there’s no color Highlighting her beauty spots, like my favorite quotations But you can’t leave out her fine print collarbone Nor
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
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
A sketch with words
I see the guys that talk to you And I see the ones that you talk to I don’t think you see me I’m the one in the back with his head in his Moleskine We’ll say that I’m sketching
A sketch with words
I see the guys that talk to you And I see the ones that you talk to I don’t think you see me I’m the one in the back with his head in his Moleskine We’ll say that I’m sketching
Your body is a wonderland
The way you arch your back is As beautiful as the tattered spine of my favorite book The curve of your lips Are the dog-eared pages that I keep going back to Your scars and stretch marks Are the highlighted
Your body is a wonderland
The way you arch your back is As beautiful as the tattered spine of my favorite book The curve of your lips Are the dog-eared pages that I keep going back to Your scars and stretch marks Are the highlighted
Hazel
I want to feel the curve of her lips on mine The weight of them The pressure I want her to breathe life into me As I catch my breath I struggle to keep my senses I feel her bottom
Scrabble
She lies on the bed Naked, and a bit nervous She turns her head to look at me I’m gathering up the small pale tiles I use them to write words on her body Describing everything about her I want
LITTLE TALKS 