Your noises are ghosts down my memory,
Like fire ****** in the soft air.
Your set cold eyelids,
Joy left in my skin,
After warm eyes .
I can't close the voices
Your close fire ground .
Mostly noises,
Left like soft memories,
I am miles from warm arms.
After joy, where you left ghosts,
Until something exhausted picks that memory off
My eyelids.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
Liquid-like movement
Undulating lips and hips
Voracious senses
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 3:57 PM UTC
i remember his hands were large enough to cover my body
and he did
i remember how hungry he was, as if needing to devour me
and he did
i remember pressing and pulling
biting and thumping
i remember heat
i remember air as precious gasps
i remember fear
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC
i'll find my way back to you late a night
using three thousand words
with all the meaning in the world
pressed in
meaning nothing at all
without the actions behind them
let the actions be my driving force
i want actions, not words
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC
i want you in my bed
between the sheets and under heavy blankets;
holding me and warming me,
caressing me, ********** me.
wrap your arms around me,
clinging as if trying to
swallow our loneliness with brute strength
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
put up my hair, exposing the neck
my hand brushes my collarbone
on its way back down, i see your
glance beneath lashes
and something changes
"you missed a piece" you say
as you catch a curl behind my ear
grazing my neck with your thumb
as you pull away your hand
lingers where i brushed my collar
something intensifies
and so you sit back down at the other
end of the bed, have you
distanced yourself to breathe easier?
come back, i want to make it
difficult for you to breath
something snaps
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
i'm losing to the raging inside me
it's crawling up my abdomen
creeping up my chest
clouding my head
and seeping out through my pores
causing steam to rise from my skin
goosebumps chase behind as i imagine
your fingertips grazing my arm, my neck
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
touch the tips of frosted branches
my salt and heat melts the crystals
one of me, one of nature
the two liquids pool in my palm
let it go
my palm dries
the liquids sink into the ground
it's like nothing happened
so the cycle continues
and that's my comfort
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
aflush with nerves
brush against me
little death
flash of heat
unsteady beats
kiss me?
so consuming
waves washing
heavy breathing
clouded mind
pulsing heat
fingers brushing
nerves tingling
panic rising
kiss me?
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
hot breath on my neck
spin
warm lips on collarbones
haze
teeth graze skin
gasp
lips on lips
lose your mind
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC