he's the colour of sunshine
the glitter he hates,
sparkling in his crinkling eyes
his laugh
is the colour of daisies in november,
teasing the troubled naiad into a state
of pure affection
his kiss
I imagine
is the colour of bliss,
like honey dripping from the lips of queens by the nile
his love,
however
is the colour of water
clear
non-existant.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
the air is heavy
with an unspoken desire
for his tanned skin
upon hers
a shady block
of warm breeze,
a dusty corner
and her back against it
- heaven.
gentle kisses that tasted like summer
now dot her memory
along with flashes of squinting
liquid honey coloured eyes
framed within lashes
that remind her of the sort of thing she'd like want to feel fluttering against her shoulder
first thing
on a sunny sunday morning;
a nose that she'd like to have nuzzled against the crook of her neck
all swatches of filtered sunlight
and unfamiliar hands
soft lips and hurried goodbyes
- imprints of a translucent yellow
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
It had never once occurred to me
that her protruding skeletal frame
could ever cease my petty insecurities
or abate my incessant torpidity
with nothing but a momentary embrace
but when her spindly arms
besieged my torso
so suddenly
out of the blue?
it did occur to me
oh god, did it occur to me.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
I want you to come see me
because you want to
because the thought of being away from me makes you feel like your heart is a sailor that tied your stomach into knots as if his beloved ship would sail away
if the rope wasn't tight enough
or if a loop came undone
I want you to hold me
because when I'm not in your arms you feel like the world is tilting and slipping away like grains of sand
from between your nimble fingers
I want you to crave me
because my skin sets your skin on fire and my lips ignite a spark in you that makes it hard to breathe and that a hundred cold showers couldn't put out
I want you
to want me
but all these nights I lie awake
yearning for a whiff of you
I know
somewhere
you are satisfied
with the taste
of her
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
It comes in waves
mid-step
mid-sentence
a rush
it tugs at my gut
and carries me
out to sea
uproots the anchor
of my sanity
and engulfs me
in the memories
that drench every part of me
and just like the tide that washes up, occasionally
wetting the seering sands
just as quickly as it comes,
you are gone
x
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:26 AM UTC
her skin,
flecked with imperfections
of jagged silver
and curves
embedded with diamonds
that reflected
every dimension
of her glowing candor
it drew him
enthralled him
his opulent body
would burn
at the thought
of having hers
pressed
against it
but under his touch
her luminous body
would crumble
her suffusive aura
would turn
to wisp
her pearly ashes
would swirl
in the realm
of the numen
forevermore
so he withdrew his touch
he moved further away
his ebbing heat
never touched
the satin lace
that tied
a dainty bow
over her ****** heart
every day
he would yearn
each night
he would quieten
*there,
now you've heard
the story
of how the sun
loved the moon so much
that he died every night
to let her breathe.*
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
When you're done looking
and tired of waiting
when you're forgotten
and stuck in dystopia
it will find you,
an epiphany
a fervor
a distant
sense
of
reality;
love.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Not a splatter
nor a smear
just a single tone
of the solitary colour
that shall never be outshone
It is but a veil
masking the genuine hues
of crimson and onyx
that the rain clouds brew
It's chaos and tumult
pandemonium, disarray
masked behind the veil
that lights up my day.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
I feel a pang
of pain in my chest
I feel the taste
of distinct bitterness
I feel the jealousy
when I spot the spark
of love in your eyes
as you're standing feet apart
I feel your taunting smirk
scorch my back
as you watch me burn
in my own trap
And I feel my nails
sink into my skin
And I feel your words
making their way in
But darling,
I feel
nothing
when I see you.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
She molds herself
a silver pen
Embedded with rubies
crystals and gems.
She pours her life
out on fragile pages,
unleashes her thoughts
from their constrictive cages
But one dark day,
the pages were found
Lampooned and humiliated,
she hit the ground
Along with her
fell her silver pen
the crystals now stained
with the darkest red.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC