I welcome you like the Evergreens do the rain With shaky branches and fallen leaves I am a disaster for you Rough patches of dirt and mildew I’d mold this earth just for a touch With cold winds but hotter suns I yearn for you Am…
There are dainty dew drops that kiss your cheeks little one One day with thinly veiled envy I saw that bead travel across your lips What I would have given just for a mere taste just to be that sensation
I listened to the bees once One sat perched upon my shoulder its stinger secluded Yet trembly were those wings when I raised my finger You would have thought I was Jupiter the way that little bee quivered Before she left she had said to me; You crave me…
I dream of you when the clouds cover the skies when droplets of dew kiss my feet That earth singes my veins seeping my streams with tad bits of his story Bronze shaped features melancholy memories that only you and I ever spoke of We talked of the stars etched…
These words are what we hold onto what we long for We think if we say them enough hear them often then we would be filled immensely But there’s hate in that four little word Malice and jealousy it’s what makes you crave to hear it, darling It’s like calling…
I imagine that loving you, darling would be a forest fire long days in the Sahara trying to breath under water Maybe you are those riptides the ash to this circle of life The sun sets while you rise you are not to be trifled with yet I hold you…
There is color in love Not that bland crimson hue But in laughing beige eyes those irises came to me in the form of sweet honeysuckle lips that seized my heart Fingertips etched with mirth they wrote sonnets against my skin spoke of the love language that even deities never…
I always wake up at that witching hour How lonely oh so forlorn eventide is now My nightmares come to me just like those hands One greets me satiating my solitary the other one runs away much like you did
I see you everyday with that opaque shade of yours six sided figurines to shield their eyes They created a wall to bind you yet all you do is shine brighter I’ve admired loved you from these mere meters that separate us You once told me my glass covered shell…
There are two rogues that invade my dreams Their touches are featherlight they skim up my body with nails scraping teethed bared Humorless chuckles that echo on each part of these four walls making the blood in my veins storm They utter words of praise devotion drips from their lips…
I was in denial of the fact that I wanted you I could vividly picture the shape of your lips making out my name The shape every creasing and padding of your fingertips Almost as if I created you myself
"I like to imagine love can pull your essence like red thread through the cold needle of my life now without you." - Rachel Jamison Webster There’s a fickle thread that connects us It’s crimson just like our hearts like these strokes that mar our skin It brandishes us …
I find myself looking forward to the end of the month now; now that I’ve started this musing of some sort. I find it reassuring knowing that I’m talking to you all like this even though we don’t really communicate. I’d like to say this is a way for me to figure out…
Éloa 