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

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