move around, there
please, take me, there
but enter that holiness with care
do touch, but touch tender,
that dark myriad of nerves,
and let me tighten my grip,
let me hold you firm, and wet and warm,
push your throbbing flesh,
and push now, a bit more
and when you'r there, slide slowly
where pleasure meets pain
then, move around, there, and make me moan
Please do
Love has damaged me and I don't know if
I can go back to
Going to bed early
Writing about love like
It's not a face or a person but a concept
Something abstract
I don't know If i can go back to
Not wishing you'd put your hands all over my body and hold me tight, tighter I don't want any space between us
Don't let me breathe
Kiss me
Hold me tighter
Don't let me go
a lovers touch
A kiss is more than just my lips on yours and my eyes are for more than just seeing. I understand every whisper your body tells me, every movement your tongue makes, every breath you take I feel it, I feel you.
I'm still learning the language of your skin, but when I hold your hand, I hope you know what I mean.
Where is Your Sun?
Hey, you’re not here
and I’m beginning
the crux
of my tomorrows
without you
safely tucked
inside my yearning heart.
I step into bleak darkness
of pregnant clouds,
as I strain to reach
your absent hand.
My tears congeal
in stagnant rivers, as
ribbons tying us together
become frayed
and tattered shreds.
The sky ignites,
spewing out
your flickering image
in volcanoes of
gray lava, leaving
a trail down the tracks
we have trod.
Although it was time
for you to leave,
you breathe
inside me
as I try
to copy and paste
the kisses I have saved.
But where is your sun?
The Unseen Threat
It’s hard to imagine, but darkness is the inherent state of the Universe.
Our tiny blue - green marble spinning round’ a twinkling star catching equal parts darkness and light-- we are the illuminated anomaly in space. Populated by barely erect apes, shivering in the night' cowering in our beds clinging to our artificial lights till the relief of day comes creeping across the horizon... only to darken again with a twist of its axis. Everything else came from the surrounding nothingness: spawned in darkness; swathed in darkness; and approaching-- in darkness.
…which is why, we never saw Them coming.
Fiction—The Immortality Cube
There's always that one friend who sticks to the group like a discount sticker on a used book, and who is tolerated by necessity because any removal might leave behind a sticky residue. Among Skye, Keith, and Kim, this was Lames, whose Mom had long admitted to being high when she tried to write "James" on his birth certificate. When Skye, Keith, and Kim came upon the Cube, without hesitation they excluded Lames from the Pact. And they didn't care years later when, at Lames's 89th birthday, he glared bitterly at their youthful bodies. They could wait a little longer.