as our lips met, I felt a singe; a singe I wished to feel time after time again. I craved his presence, I lusted for him warmth, and dreamt of embers being spewed into the air, longing for the day that we will kiss again and create a wildfire.
lilac child, you seed of gold rays of sun will kiss your body til old admire your lover whole as streams roll down your face of a beauty brighter than the sun a field of freckles blossom with grace
inspired by a drawing I came across in a magazine.
there was a delicate way his tongue touched the roof of his mouth when he spoke and there was a deep earthy shade of brown in his eyes and there was serenity in the way his fingers loved the piano
but he spit venom as he spoke of lies and pity and the earth shook with rage and bitterness and his fingers clawed right across my back that I will now bleed the brightest of reds and heal with ease
galaxies for your eyes, stars for your lips; o starship, I'll blast off to the galaxies, and let gravity sweep me off my feet o starship, I'll brush lightly by the radiance of the stars, and I'll find the crescent of the moon
and we will kiss the moonlight and we will rattle the stars the beauty we have long craved will forever be ours we will ignite our bones we will let our blood flow race to distract our hearts from love's lost embrace
o walking fire, o deathly flame a curved bow and arrow, born to aim let soaring arrows kiss warm skin; let them pierce cold hearts let crimson red blood splatter all over the canvas; o my perfect art