cherry stains knotted into cotton shirts,
the sunlight has baked your cologne into the threads and
a half-smile of lipstick on your left shoulder sleeve
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
I learnt what 17 meant: recklessness, glassy eyes and a firestorm in someone else's chest.
19: a smile carelessly left in the crook of my neck, an hour shy of a sunrise and a firestorm in my chest.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
$8.75 popcorn butter stains my fingertips sweet,
and there's salt on my lips and in my hair.
A restless hand finds yours in darkness
rudely interrupted by blue light and washes of pinks.
And I find my heart tearing itself underneath your easy smiles.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC
The mouth is a killer, the sinner,
the kinder,
softer
part of you.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
She had violets blooming in her eyes.
They hold the night
and
a daybreak's first breath.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
He said he liked her hair long:
messy and unruly against
upturned cheeks and winks.
Braided secrets running
between lilac
blooms and plaits.
He tasted of *** and berries
Short. Sweet. Sin.
He is a wisp of an
inferno eating
all the words playing
tip toe
on her bitten lips.
Winter came as a painter’s
brush dipped in blue and grey.
Secrets that taste of sleep
syrup and honey f r o z e
Drunk bees dance in
pale and grey roses.
A careless mistake came
in bruises, a stain of
an indigo sunset.
Rusty kitchen scissors snip,
snip, snipped away all
the bad, sugary tartness
eating a toothache.
Spring crept up on a
bare nape and shoulders
Her sun-baked eyes burned,
softened like butter,
maple syrup and something
harder than life.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
I saw my days in your eyes,
the flecks of gravel, a little grey cloud
&
a deep warmth between the hazel specks.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC