in a pinch with the evil ones
I've never fled so fleetingly
give me one small reason to stay
and I promise I'll make it all up to you someday
this traction and force, stomping softly on my heart
day after day, wind after wind, when
everything purple and pink turns gray
fall into the pattern,
awaken your aggression,
mix pleasure with passion,
not so much flattered.

going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.

Your touch
burns my skin,
as hot as a blazing fire
Your words,
pierce my heart
just like a sharp dagger
Your eyes,
undress my soul,
gently and effortlessly.
You,
wander through my mind,
at any moment and any time.

I want to ****** you
                 with my words
                 using my tongue
                 to move yours
                 like a slur
                 one thought
                 producing another one
                 looking forward to
                 the outcome
                 of our minds coming;
                 together.