Nov 2012
ink on skin and wit on tongue, i love you.
a sucker for seizing the moment, i adore you.
never turning my head for more than a moment, i study you, discreetly.
a form with new curves, new golden aspects, new wonders, i would devote all of my life to knowing you.
in a room that iād normally call a cave, i felt free and wild, like the days of my youth, running on the streets, bare-chested, no-hair chested, shorts, no shoes and my spirit ten feet in front of me. such pure panic, the panic that has always hurled me into the moments in time that have beauty speckled with the gorgeous glimmers which have been plucked from the eyes of everyone involved. that panic was always there on the streets with me, jumping, swinging, playing and lunging into life with more ferocity than ever documented in NatGeo. scraped knees and grass stains on my face, you are my summer and you will go. i will always remember the way you smell.
a sucker for seizing the moment, i adore you.
never turning my head for more than a moment, i study you, discreetly.
a form with new curves, new golden aspects, new wonders, i would devote all of my life to knowing you.
in a room that iād normally call a cave, i felt free and wild, like the days of my youth, running on the streets, bare-chested, no-hair chested, shorts, no shoes and my spirit ten feet in front of me. such pure panic, the panic that has always hurled me into the moments in time that have beauty speckled with the gorgeous glimmers which have been plucked from the eyes of everyone involved. that panic was always there on the streets with me, jumping, swinging, playing and lunging into life with more ferocity than ever documented in NatGeo. scraped knees and grass stains on my face, you are my summer and you will go. i will always remember the way you smell.
