Quel qu’unes
Me dis
Que ton nom c’est come un belle chanson

Mais a moi
C’est plus comme revenir aux maison.

Tes yeux fragiles
Me regarde comme un roi
Le seul personne qui peut t’aidé

Mais je sais
Il n’y a rien que je pouvais faire

Light, light, light.
I am a feather,
A cloud,
A speck of dust on your windowsill.

                                                    ­                         Unnoticed and unimportant,
                                                    ­                         But existing all the same.

All at once the sun shines,
Making me iridescent,
Breaking through my barrier,
Bringing me into the light.


Just like when you kiss me.

I’m slowly destroying myself.
Taking off pieces of flesh and tearing away limbs,
discarding my body as if it were clothing.

I’m escaping from this,
from you,
from this beating heart,
pumping blood through my veins,
coursing through and through,
top to bottom,
bottom to top.

I’m shrugging you off;
I’m letting go,
ethereal pleasure.

Your teeth graze my skin,
I don’t feel it.
But one look at your eyes
and I come undone.

Pushing and pulling,
I am sinking.
I am letting go.

You cannot touch me any more.
Left behind is my skin,
my hair,
my nails,
my eyes,
my bones;
I am only a soul,
floating,
at ease.
Finally.

Goodbye,
good bye.
Gone.

I hate the sun.
It’s taunting vibrance.
Implied happiness.
Melting and warming,
higher than any one can reach.
Smiling down with condescension.

If I had the choice,
rain or sun,
I would let myself dance beneath the gloomy grey.

The rain is easier
because the rain does not pretend to be something it’s not.

Dancing beneath the stars,

intertwining,

becoming

more than we were

this morning.

Together

ruling

the world

if only in our heads.

Hands clasped together

holding on

for

dear life.

Erupting giggles

breaking through the silence of night

and

cricket songs.

Holding tight as we

explore

the earth

under it’s hazy blanket

of darkness.

Exploring

each other

tearing off layers of

innocence.

Bed of grass

laying still wrapped in

each other.

Gold and orange burst into the sky

exploding

through the dark.

Contended smiles

as you drive me home

and

I fall asleep

in the passenger seat.

The soft patter of bare feet against hard wood,

soft giggles in the back ground,

air swirling with sweat and sweet lust.

Two pairs of lips,

curved into gentle smiles.

Skin glowing with perspiration.

Chests heave up and down in unison,

bodies barely an inch away.

Electricity tingles between two souls.

More than just lust.

Stolen kisses,

hands intertwined.

Eyes contented,

roaming over expanses of exposed skin.

Lingering ******.

Ever-holding happiness.

Pleasure moments hanging like dust.

Sun beams dance across sheets.

Day wasted,

perfect day.