I would leave you with budding kisses springing up on your chest I’d pluck each and every one Leave you breathless I would take my time darling peel back each petal until you unravel
Two Lips & tulips
molasses
I can still taste you on my tongue Thrilling drops of butterfly greetings right on the tip You leave me bewitched impractically delirious compressed with fevers I begin to melt
seedless buds
I have been so empty nothing but a vessel a kettle for the pot Did I ever have you? A pot calling the kettle, he called me- frosted receptacles I am nothing but dust I never had you
Deceitful Delight
Do you know what it feels like to not be missed I couldn’t even begin to trace the outlines of my sorrows Those haphazard days They were menacing my loneliness kept me in a freight It shook me up made glee out of my grief I miss that delight
Love in Different Times
"The course of true love never did run smooth." -William Shakespeare Is there a chance that we will ever cross paths Will I ever get to love you
from you, To Autumn
It is autumn now The last time we spoke was when the summer breeze was still kissing the trees Now they are dying their brittle dances wherever you are It is just lively here Those twigs have grown producing lilac and crimson petals that eat the ground up You would…
Tangled Matter
That vault was endless An estuary of ravaged dust trickled matter Painted properties that lined my sky I want that shine
docility
I have chaos and bliss I am a whirlwind a shell I am controlled by time but I am timeless Yet these shackles that are free on me make me crave obedience
isadora
I am frightened darling these thoughts terrorize me beguile me they are absolutely menacing
debacle times
What time is it where you are? Are you finding these days just as gruesome as I have? Or are you welcoming them? Do you welcome them as one would do a longtime lover? Do you stare at that simmering sun or brooding moon and think up calamities? I…
imprint
I don’t think he ever knew what love meant. He could never even fathom it; taste it, touch it. That mundane little soul never knew what it was. Although, he could say it. I would watch him open his mouth, tears forming in my eyes at the beauty of that singular meaning on his…
What’s in a Name
When you say my name it tastes of heaven The word rolls on your tongue and curls in my mind It enraptures me the sound consumes me
silhouettes
I can see you although we have never met I am in the words you speak the tears you cry I am that bird that sings near your window I am you darling every scratch on your skin every prickle of your nerves I can paint you out although…
