Sink your teeth
Into my lips;
I am your bread and butter
Smeared with strawberry jam;
Your favourite childhood treat
When it was permitted,
Or when you could find a way
To reach the top shelf.

Relapsing with you
Would be like the dealer
Giving me a bad batch of relief
Tainted with guilt

Oh how my love
How I wish to see you again;
You've left my touch
But I still feel you every day
You've left my sight
But I still see you in strangers I meet;
A flicker of you draws my eye-
Is it my way of replacing you with someone else
Or is it because you taught me a little something about people
That I never would have learnt without you?

I think the truth is
My dear love
That maybe all you were meant to be
Was a fragment within me
That I carry wherever I go

Sometimes
All it takes
Is a ******* a plane
Sitting next to you,
Her notebook sprawled open
Her pen furiously spewing ink
Into the lifeform of a human face-
To realize that you’ve been missing the chaos of art all along

I think in art

I think in art-
And sometimes it does not
Translate well into reality,
So forgive me if the words
Don’t come out right
-they are after all only concrete words-
And I’ve already painted my love for you
Within the depths of my mind
In all the feelings and colors
That have existed
In all the worlds
Throughout all the times.

We are constantly trying
To achieve more and more
In smaller and smaller
Spaces of time

Praising productivity
Forgetting why we are expending our energy
Working ourselves to the bone
Forgetting the core of why we do this

Forgetting that we grow best
In soft, gentle, warm spaces
Placed in just enough sunlight
To bloom

Intimacy is
Wanting to feel
The way you choose to kiss-
Just as much as wanting to hear the words you choose to speak to others

Wanting to feel
The curves and movements of your body-
Just as much as wanting to watch the choices you make

Wanting to experience
The bareness of your skin
Just as much as wanting to view the unraveling of your mind in all its vulnerability