Posts Tagged: Body
Reflections and silhouettes
The light explodes through the doorway And into the dark bedroom Little embers burn the silhouette of her naked body Her curves are love’s handwriting Spelling out everything that I’ve ever wanted She looks back and smiles Melting everything inside
Reflections and silhouettes
The light explodes through the doorway And into the dark bedroom Little embers burn the silhouette of her naked body Her curves are love’s handwriting Spelling out everything that I’ve ever wanted She looks back and smiles Melting everything inside
The lodger
You’re a black hole Stuck in a constellation’s body Like birthday letters I don’t quite know what to make of you
The lodger
You’re a black hole Stuck in a constellation’s body Like birthday letters I don’t quite know what to make of you
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
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
Quinn
The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough
Quinn
The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough
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
LITTLE TALKS 