your fingernails under my skin
your skin, my fingernails within
blood boiled over and what for?
your guts gushed on the floor
your body oozing into mine
brothers, us lovers of clandestine
how the crow sings for you, my love
and for me, oh, the mourning dove
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
like flowers
blooming on her belly
inching their way up
like rivers
curling on her thighs
spreading their ripples
you will always be art to me.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
i want to play a piano
i want to feel my fingers slide down the keys
i want to swirl myself in melodies no one’s ever heard
i want to engulf myself in harmonies
angels sing their children to sleep
i want my fingers to dance on black keys
like ballet dancers twirling their tiptoes
i want to feel like satin unwinding
like champagne bubbling
i want to dance in the moonlight
with nothing but a grand piano
and my fingers
nimbly picking each key
ever so softly
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
You are slipping through the cracks of my
Fingers
The fingers that once held Yours
Together interwoven.
Clutched in my hands,
These Mittens
Sewn between the spaces of
Each other's palms.
We were so close,
So Warm.
It's so cold without you
The fingers are always the first
To go.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC