Quinn Torres

Quinn Torres Mar 2018

You're almost easily compared to a myth;

While your affection is wanted,
By more than one,

You tend to either give it to all.. or to none

But never only to me

So begs the question,
In our world, does it even exist?

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Quinn Torres Jan 2018

Excerpt of a book she makes me want to write

“She tasted like what I would compare discovering lost treasure to, while being wrapped up in the vague scent of cigarettes and vanilla.

 And by the end of the night, we were skin on skin, on skin and more skin, just around the corner.  Breaking down barriers with our own finger tips. 
She felt like she was made to be touched; igniting nerves in my hands that I never even knew existed.”

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Quinn Torres Jan 2018

Think Straight

This isn’t the first time

I let the smoke cloud my room;

Take over my mind

But nothing ever changes,

I still think about you even when I can’t think straight

Nothing ever changes

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Quinn Torres Jan 2018

This is Testing

This is simple-
No,
This is testing

Everyone starts saying
“Kid, calm your fears with every breath she breathes.”
So I'll bring you in closer
And try to make acquaintance
with your lungs

But I'm unraveling,
I'm unstrung

This is testing-

I'll take the blame
I know that we're
supposed to be warm,
While we're freezing under the sheets
But trust is an unsteady platform
And I feel like a blind man walking

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Quinn Torres Dec 2017

She Turns Me Red

I used to assume I was subtle shades of blue-
Simple hues,
Unprepared for complexity.

But oh God,
I turn red when you look at me
And I catch your eyes lingering
Longer than you'd like to admit
As if you're a wanderlust traveler
Discovering borderlines

I turn red
When your fingertips trace me
And start to imitate this ocean of sheets;
Curling around me
Pulling me underneath

I turn red
When your lips trail embers onto my skin
And light me up
Like I'm the burning end
Of all your cigarettes

But do you inhale me the same way?
Darling, do I live in your lungs longer
Than a few seconds of smoke
Or do you just like seeing the color red
Written all over me?

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Quinn Torres Nov 2017

October

Her name is October.
She’s beautiful.
Sun-dipped hair with the eyes to match.
Radiant and
warm.
So warm that the trees can almost breathe again and come back to life;
That I can almost breathe again
without it burning my lungs.

Her name is

Her name is-

Her cheeks would turn the slightest shade of pink when I leaned in to kiss them.

And I used to joke about how it’s only because of the cold weather,
Until she stopped laughing at that.

Now her mouth is a straight line.
Like a highway I would’ve wanted to follow.

If only it curved up at the edges, as if it were one of her favorite back roads.

Her head turns to look at anything besides me
And she pulls the leaves down with her as she walks away
Making her “goodbye” a statement of nature

Maybe if I scream for her
Maybe if I plead for her
Maybe if I reach for her
Maybe…

Her name was October.
That’s all I can remember
As my raised hand drops to my side.
Is there ever any point
Of grasping at disappearing air,
that used to be your oxygen?

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Quinn Torres Oct 2017

Brown eyes have have oceans, too

One look was all that it took;

       I know that's such a cliché line,
pulled straight from the pages of any       fairytale book,

But your sun-kissed eyes swept me under
And
       under
And
         under.

Have you ever seen a crystal clear ocean floor?
Me neither.
    But I looked up, tugged on the door
and saw light pouring through the water.

As if I was swimming in air, instead of the Atlantic

And if love was a ship, I'd be sinking faster than the titanic;
Falling under
And
        under
And
        under.

And if love was a noise, darlin' we'd be rolling thunder-
Cracking across the waves, making them dance like
it's their last night to be breathing
Because electricity can't run forever

Atleast, that's what I thought before this hectic weather
never seemed to stop;

Dragging me under
And
        under
And
        under.

And if love is a place to rest,
then I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather stay

Than here in your 8th world wonder.

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