In your body I can breathe,
your fragrance,
my exhale,
your voice,
my internal sigh.
The bed is our familiar,
so hard for us to go.
To leave this oasis,
where we fit so mosaic
like cherry blossoms in spring
or rooftops filled with rain.
I hate how vapid I become
as I stargaze at the sun.
Leave me dozy,
laughable at best,
dumbstruck devotion.
You are my only.
Tu es mon amour.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
Words like water,
oh how the speech can delay.
Dripping eloquent but lost to rivers,
indulged in deluge,
overwhelmed in expression, comments and decree.
I want you here,
oceans away.
How can I touch the chatter,
be diluted in a voice.
Move me with your extract,
alluded, trembling from afar.
Waking up to different sides of the moon
I need you here,
sunshines away.
and the blades from petals still stabbed
like it was torture
though it crumbled in effect
why the trouble for pistol flowers
when aching is within a splinter.
Something so beautiful,
lost to an operating system.
Quiet rumbles, not big enough
to make a sound.
Even if I screamed,
my vocals typed to characters,
you would not,
could not hear my strain.
Efflorescence,
our love it blooms.
Flourished in email, video plays, stills.
Across the ocean I came,
to wake up in the sunshine,
with the moon at our side.
Sprouting up new love,
greater than we thought equip.
Even through storms, snow, rain,
I am ecstatic here,
your body I call my house,
your smile I call my home.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
There's nothing like,
that heart breaking feeling
of realising all your work
was meaningless.
The time and effort.
The thoughts imploded.
Cheeky grins
and hidden sighs,
wasted on an evening.
Nothing like utter failure,
to take you back to gloom.
Heart in your throat;
choking back your stamina.
What felt like a real connection,
turned into just another bottle.
Perhaps tomorrow you'll think of me,
sober and agonised.
Steal a kiss between coffee breaks,
and admit that you were scared.
But I doubt that'll be the case,
unsightly girls like I,
never get to relish in their feat.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
How they move, skin aching.
Tenants weeping;
Sudden.
Their bodies outcry.
Dance and frighten each other into their skin.
Turning bones into shadows,
Light into darkness.
They leap,
Falling into colour, into hues;
Saturated.
Two girls;
short hair;
linger.
Lustfully.
Eroding,
Over dessert suns
from each others body heat.
I wanted to tell them,
It would all get better.
That gloom might start to overlook your love,
But soon the luminescence will radiate the dark,
While you crumble into one another.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
Excited fingertips
Tapping high notes
Just outside my door.
Their parallel delirium
dithered unshackled in the air.
“How could it be so funny?”
So many long years together
to snigger at the joke.
Such an extensive lifetime;
he still manages to makes her laugh.
Caught vague and ******
I am the troll sullen in my cave.
Decrepit
The cave-dwelling brute,
scowling lone amid her haven.
Their cackles won’t stop
And my retreat is just a shelter
That that keeps out all the rest.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
Let me take a dip
Among all your fevered kinks.
Leave me saturated and tense.
Swallow whole;
your hysteria and guilt.
Walk the night without a change of view.
Sleep noble decadent,
Providing you leave before
daybreak sets the scene.
A quiet night
Of internal sighs;
Ringing in your ear.
No need for an act of pretence;
Make sure to quit while you’re ahead.
Don’t fool a heart with flattery.
Nonessential encouragement
Only further stretched the blame.
Just let me domesticate the beast,
And for an instant live inside its pain.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 5:44 AM UTC
Feeding my fetish whims
through compromise;
He dangles right in front of me.
Such an easy task to slit his throat
and watch him bleed.
But like a cat
I prefer it utmost
when I play vicious with my tea.
Wearied tedious without a mouse
Between my claws;
Let me gorge you
just to mollify a need
Fruitful ***********
Foolishness at best.
You’ll leave me empty handed
But my teeth marks left a mark
And my fangs still made you bleed.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
You were a saturated colour against an endless field of grey.
Florescent beauty;
You wore your smile like a crown of roses.
For months I watched you try to find water in a *** of dirt.
You just blossomed so quickly that I could not feed you fast enough.
I’m sorry if that made you weak, or made you wilt.
I’m sorry if it made you feel like you weren’t my evergreen.
You were my evermore,
my everlasting,
my everything.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
I am a self-made machine.
I respond to admiration and attention.
Selfish being
unsure of the right response.
Wires tampered;
my mouth a dribbling mess.
proclaiming my love
to everyman
and hiding as soon as a retort.
There is no love within my jaw.
I often ponder,
am I fueled by normality?
Doing what we're designed to do?
Perhaps the world whispered to me
that women need to be
a constant yearning;
Hungry skin under ****** bones
never satisfied.
thought churned into mush
but still so hard
to swallow.
I find desperation.
Mere affectionate action,
making my stomach bleed.
Though as they waltz away,
I thirst for their hand
to cup my shoulder blade
hand to their shoulder seam.
What is a girl supposed to do.
Love pushes itself against me
and I find myself ungracefully
turning all that pleading for appreciation
straight into the void.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
So many times
Trying to turn reasons
Into rhymes
Newest muse
Desperate attempt
Only to fall short
As soon as attention
Noticed
Wide eyed girl
Obsessed may I
Lacking depth
As soon as
Emotions copied
Or furthermore
Replaced
Gravity
With weights and stools
Climbing higher
Reaching further
Grasping air
While the painted red smile
Walked further north
And the Abled girl
With wide frames; golden bay
Lingered patterned
Against broken scooters and watched
While I made a fool over feet
In autumn leaves and new beginnings
You held my arm
While minds wander
Of heavenly thought
Of what it would be like
To hold your hand
And not mess it up
With my idiotic tongue
And presumptuous lip
Always rushing
Like one constant race
When the rules
Clearly states
Walk not run
Try to slow my tracking feet
From making another big leap
Intensively driven
Pretty glass eyes girl
Did you want me to admit my defeat?
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC