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Very well written and a beautiful metaphor.
I love this line:
Through the prism of filtered dreams,
only the ruffled seams now showed

Through You
darling, you’re a fever.
hidden by the waves
and the shores are your
burning temperance,
a piece of lipgloss you
never could wash off.
a thirst i crave, a
hunger i envy.

A Child’s Tale
It is amazing how
paint dries.
I’ve spent so much,
probably too much
time focusing on
a white wall and
the light reflecting
off of it’s fine, finished
surface. Bouncing and

Thank you.

Her

There’s a word made
specifically for the way
her fingers move whenever
she’s touching the corner
of her lip, right at the base
line where you just want to
live at and stay cozy and...

Self exile
I want to be as free
as the single breaths
that leave your chapped
lips whenever you inhale
after you climax.

Fairytale
Once upon a time, I sat
outside of your bedroom

Lindsay/Lipstick

Let your breath move against me, push
against me on some foggy morning. Let
your lips be like razor blades so every kiss,
a sacrifice of love bleeding bright, bright
red and I...

Marina

She went off to California and I
assume her body moved, with
or without me. Just that I’d only
secretly convinced myself that
it wouldn’t contort in all those
beautiful ways, that her...

I can say it, but can you?
Write me something that I can

inject into my veins. So thin—

that it pours out of my mouth

and

leaks through my fingertips.

You were a child then
No one ever changed
our winters with
little thrills to make
my fingertips
tremble.

Only You
If I told you
my cum was made

Thank you so much.

You

I’m wracking my brain.
Trying to come up with something beautiful.
And all I’ve been able to picture is your lips.
The way they opened and closed when we
did those things underneath sheets...

Thank you, Hawkman.
The comments about the past and present tenses were very clear and I appreciate you pointing it out for me.

The others...
The reasoning for my double spaces is because I...

A Whisper (Haiku)

The distance between

you and I.

I still can’t hear you

Tonight, I watched you.

I watched you watch an old episode

of I Love Lucy and cry like a baby.

With nothing related to the show,

Here we are again, suffering the loss of a lover.

Have we created barriers for ourselves in the form

of drunken bats and lost whispers?

Have we really engaged in the cliche or losing

what...

Funeral

I sung a song,

for the people I loved,

that, perhaps,

fell asleep

Spark of Life

There’s something in the atmosphere.

While we’re surrounded by the lights

of the candles and just inhaled New York City.

Our love was made for this, and I

Closing in



She lifted up a single red high heel,

and stomped me fourty times before,

I finally gave up.

See?

I caved.
A single relapse strike across my thighs — maybe a few.

And no one’s asked because I didn’t tell them to.
And if I had, it’d just be you.

So — as it is, we are alone in our...

I feel stupid and contagious

I’m trapped.

I fill my soul up with water.

I submerge in the cold temperature.

My skin begins to prune, and the

Clean

I feel a filth in my bones.

I’ve scrubbed to the hollow.

Until I’m clean again.

But the dirt found my jaundiced skin.

Good MoUrning



It was goodnight.

He kissed my skin.

As though it were

The LSD

F*ck cum dripping.

For stripping.

While sheet gripping.

Fantasies of schoolgirl whipping.

Breakfast


So what if we looked

better in High School

Doesn’t it count that

it’s over?