We stopped tonight ahead of time to make tomorrow last forever
and drank our coffee black in the wake of morning sins.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
I twirled with the
Devil to watch
You get jealous
And
With his final
Bow I knew we
Had finally learned
To Dance
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
There weren't a ton of places I even wanted to be - so I figured right here was fine.
Frightened, yes. You were still strange to me - despite your lips being just the ones I needed to find.
The rocking didn't stop, the lights were unkind, and I thought how much better it would have been to stay til the end of the party and walk to the train and wait til morning for Jersey.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
Sun rays are the triumph of the cold and nowhere night.
A reward of peace - not touched -
Turn on the light.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
A fall from grace through the cape of ice.
Here, a paradise where regular worlds gather.
They care not who stands at the door. Just that it has been opened.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
You made to shine
In muddy waters, rusted wires,
muted hues of two tone sweaters, tangled hair and sleep filled eyes,
were once the chains of this steadfast child,
starving.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
The end of the world
Is covered in swells of sunlit tides
That welcome the day from a celibate night
With a spell of siren wind song
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
i knew we should be married that night at the bar with your legs spread open and a thrusted arm agreeing with vengeance to another's opinion on the fit of your shirt and a smile my way as if it was something i hadn't known
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
I see now that you too appreciate the one cent rituals -
the ones never to amount to
much , but take away an
inevitable alone.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Days I wake, wanting to be your wife-
take your clothes from the floor,
throw away your old food,
tell you I've got things to do as I kiss you good-bye, tip-toed,
while you fix your top button and I reach, arms bent, to your shoulders and wait til you're done with that **** button so you can wrap two hands round my waist to humor me with an open eyed peck to the side of wanton lips.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC