Category Archives: Love
Thank you, thank you not
Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you
Thank you, thank you not
Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you
My love is a blues guitar
Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune
My love is a blues guitar
Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune
Body of fiction
The sunlight on your body is like the Circular glow of the bedside lamp on Page 81. The silk duvet is your dust Jacket. The only one that I’ve ever Kept on. Your vertebrae constitute The image that’s on the book’s
Body of fiction
The sunlight on your body is like the Circular glow of the bedside lamp on Page 81. The silk duvet is your dust Jacket. The only one that I’ve ever Kept on. Your vertebrae constitute The image that’s on the book’s
Asthma
I want to breathe life into you To fill your lungs with pure air And have you feel The love swimming inside you
451
I’d like to have someone to share my poems with Rather than a blog I’d write them She’d read them Then into the fire they’d go
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
Diana
I want to feel you in my mouth As my tongue wraps around yours Stirring up a storm in my head
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
Love = (You x Me)^2
I think that you can define love. You can define it by not defining it. You just describe everything that’s linked to it. Love is that person whom you want to wake up to. The one you lie next to
Love = (You x Me)^2
I think that you can define love. You can define it by not defining it. You just describe everything that’s linked to it. Love is that person whom you want to wake up to. The one you lie next to
LITTLE TALKS 