Your eyes stunning pools, dark with rings of light around the edge.
I couldn’t look away; divulging secrets in whispers through our eyes, hands, lips.
Our faces flushed with desire, excitement, and the touch of alcohol.
Your arms around my neck and your laughter in my ears; beautiful.



3 a.m. coffee break.

Two steaming mugs and you; bare legs dangling from the counter.
You nudge the cup in my direction with a sleep mused smile and a brush of fingers.
I aim for your lips instead and run my hands up, up, up; you shudder and melt into me.



Lazy days filled with bed sheets, tacks, and pillow fights.
Five years old again and building forts when we should be cleaning the apartment.
Our first Sunday off together in who knows how long.
Your hair looks like a rats nest but your eyes are full of mischief.
I've never seen you so tempting.
You pull your hair into a sloppy bun, give me a saucy wink, and race from the bedroom.
I can't help but shake my head at your antics; I give chase regardless, following your laughter into the kitchen.



'She’s like that book in the back of your closet.
The one you’d been saving for one of those perfect rainy days;
only to realize too late that you have somehow misplaced it.'

By the first of August
the invisible beetles began
to snore and the grass was
as tough as hemp and was
no color--no more than
the sand was a color and
we had worn our bare feet
bare since the twentieth
of June and there were times
we forgot to wind up your
alarm clock and some nights
we took our gin warm and neat
from old jelly glasses while
the sun blew out of sight
like a red picture hat and
one day I tied my hair back
with a ribbon and you said
that I looked almost like
a puritan lady and what
I remember best is that
the door to your room was
the door to mine.

And in the eve of the night
When all seems to be set right
All I think of is your face
A trust that's been misplaced
That once love gleamed
Now nothings as it seems
Maybe we should have been
But not in this life of sin
So I look towards the light
To continue the good fight
Until the day we reunite
Souls of the dark ;
Lovers of the night.

The desperate need to have you here
To feel your body on mine
The heat, the firmness
My arms ache to hold you,
My fingers to wrap in your hair.
Sometimes my limbs hurt more than my heart.

she smiled,
a secret tucked into her right dimple.
her vision glaringly white once again.
oh she won't tell.
not this time.
blacking out,
and the sweat,
and that sheer adrenaline,
gave her something to live for.
gave her something to feel alive.
enough to feel sick,
but god did sick feel good.
and when everyone
is crying no,
she knows she wants
to say yes.
because rebellion and
anarchy really sets
a fire in her veins.