The sound of passion
Proclaims to the sky sweet words of love
The moon knows the whispers of my lips
Escaping the night
Dancing in my skin
Fall away from my body, face, and touch
Hands that hear me to sleep
Balance my tears on your fingertips
Holding the truth in this lost light
Preserving my wrongs
Just the thought of you
sends chills down my spine
reminds me of the one
who used to be mine
the one I adored
who then left
as my heart
lost it's glow
I'm still heavily drunk
on my intense thoughts
as I pour wine into my glass
taking sips as I think of the past
reminding myself of your eyes
the way they glanced at my face
thinking of your hands
how you explored my skin
with your fingertips
A flame that is now burnt out
but I'm still here
drunk on intense thoughts
Hollering wind noises agitated
the motherless womb.
Clouds casted imprecations
within a roofless tomb.
One witness wallowed about
Traced her fingertips along the edges
of ivory-laden walls
Unwilling to let her out.
A veteran seeking refuge
A sheep escaping slaughter
A witness shielding her eyes
Only one will escape.
I heard you were losing yourself.
I heard you’d been sought out by darkness,
And although I knew how quickly
That unwavering night
Could grind a person to dust,
I prayed that you’d find light
In and around you,
To melt away those shadows.
Years passed,
And there was safety in numbers
All those months, weeks and sunlit days told me
This boy must’ve patched up
His fractured mind;
Surely he’s filled up those black holes
Brimful with glowing remedies
So they can’t eat him alive.
But today the rain falls like tears
To wash away the brine
That clings to our cheeks.
Today there aren’t words
Or explanations,
There’s just an emptiness
That’s filled with
Echoes of you.
The saddest part
Is that in this huge chaotic world,
Full of love and hope and kindred spirits,
There was still a vacuum of solitude
For your aching heart
That made you believe
You were completely
Alone.
But it’s not over, sweet boy,
For as long as your name
Keeps falling out of our mouths
And into our shaking hands
You’ll be lingering at our fingertips,
Unreachable
But somehow
Here.
inhale.
cloudy brain
lifted thoughts
not quite out of the gray
but fingertips brushing white
treading water
in a safe distance from the ground
the wind
beneath my inhaled wings
slowly drifting
among the clouds in my
brain.
exhale.
We wake to the soft sounds of ecstasy lingering in the air from last night.
bon Matin leaves your lips as I trace them with my tiny brown fingertips glossed with a sultry red polish I leave your lips and wander to your neck and find my self lost in your collar bones pushing through your pale glossy skin.
It's Like ivory I whisper into your neck my nose ring grazes your jawline
My wandering hands continue on the beautiful journey to your chest beating slow and heavy my long wavy hair like the night sky falls perfectly on your chest as my amber eyes meet yours
vos yeux sont magnifiques
We pitter patter against the wooden boards of our small apartment in France our naked bodies touching.
We are only two.
We are small in France.
braving the thunder was
nothing
compared to braving the
lightning beneath your
fingertips.
and we sat just outside the dining hall together trying to escape the rain and i almost fell asleep beside him and he just sat there and rubbed circles on my back and stroked my hair and it was the cutest thing ever fjdkalfsda. he's just the greatest; i don't even care what we end up being, as long as i have him in my life. i suffer from severe anxiety and abandonment issues and i was scared at first to let myself *actually* care about somebody new but i honestly have never been so comfortable around somebody so fast in my life. he's really something
On my fingertips are
The greatest fairy-tales
Filled with citrus trees
And dried up maple leaves
And memories
The waves will carry me
On the back of the ocean
Down to the shore of hidden islands
Where I once swam with all the bears
The clicks and the swirls don't bother me here
And the splinters won't hurt anymore
All we can remember them by are
The scabs on our elbows and knees
But memories can only hold onto us
From reminders sent from the past
And I don't want to lose these
So when all my scabs heal
And all my bruises disappear
I'll go back into the woods once again
And make more memories
Making kisses like
faint dog barks outside
my house at night,
I can feel their might
in my gums,
Maybe I’ll stick a pouch
in between my cheek and lip
and instead of tobacco
it’ll be filled with words
and it’ll be filled with you,
Brown leather grasshoppers
jump in your irises
and chirp when you nibble my ear,
A purple lipstick necklace
fell onto your collar bones
from my tongue,
Little white petals jump
from your fingertips
into my mouth (very quietly)
when you place your thumb
on my lower lip,
And you brush pollen
off my skin with your
dark dark hair
which gets caught
between my lips,
Between my lips
are your lips
and your tongue
young tongue
time bomb in my mouth
deep dark and heavy
black and melting
itself onto my stomach
Egyptian inscription
encrypting on old skin,
I say old because
no cap covered my
invisible freckles,
sun scars,
if you stare hard enough at nothing,
nothing becomes stars,
if you have everything,
blow it away like dandelion seeds;
soft caresses,
back onto someone else's pale cheek
draw a map of a forest
on your back while I
hold a pen in my mouth
and deep throat more ink,
You be paper for me
and let me think while we lie
and still we lie
and we lie very still.
The sad eyes
the hopeful hands
wrapped in the ends of long sleeves
scales for fingernails
silver purple hues
axiom eye brows
proscenium arches
the eye lashes are curtains
stained black
the scent of whole milk in tea
a kind mistake
the sarcastic cries from singing speakers
like dogs at beaches
the suck of leaches
realistic vampires
in pools of waiting water
leaches on my eyes
salt on your fingertips
lost on mine
paper cuts from my own skin
Chinese Jim Carrey on my mind
not my idea
I just heard it and agreed
the sand mouth
scratching the roof
paper crabs
origami
and Japanese sex
animated octopi
and ocean park aquarium blues
I’ve been equated with
spherical spaces on my palms
the pope preaches a phobia
and he is loyal to all of his children
except some
and accept cards when they are given to you
with nephews and nieces who can’t speak
yet still sign their names
the cold shoulder
I hope you think of me
in the shower
and when you drink beer
the naked alcoholic
is like a godmother to me
he brings me
experience
the fathers speech impediment is inconvenient
like parties we weren’t invited to
the brother is loyal
the mother is not
like candy floss
sweet to the tongue
then gone
like rose-coloured contact lenses
the modern age will die
like grandparents
the enthusiasm
falls like stars
and you make wishes
on coffee circles
she is going to India
(I am not)
I am going to rot in hell
such a stench they will kick me out
the boots
thick and black
shining in the sun
like tarmac
the big nose
snorting cocaine
with the small
fairies are real
and they seduce us all
The suicide hopeful
that breaks promises
like bread
back to church again
‘Let’s save the gays and make them straight! The prostitutes too’
As if they didn’t have enough problems already
The teenage ignorance
and underage rage
under-rated and staged
The attention seeking wave
if you want them to see
better you were a tsunami home wrecker
at the age of sixteen
than a ripple in the ocean before you were me
the attractive son-of-a-poet
dirty trick
the hairy crotch with diamond juice
the one you love love love
the Starbucks umbrella you stole
the girl who loves horses
the drummer who can’t swim well
the secret lesbian
who I’m 95% sure fancies me
and the barber who cuts hair outside the school by the concrete
in the woods
Your sad eyes
make everything else
seem pointless
