Posts Tagged: 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

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