i haven’t worn your sweatshirt

in 6 months

it’s found it’s home

tucked inside my drawer 
but
im without a home;

finding somewhere warm

and one day ill take it out

slip my arms through the holes

head out the top and
think about 
somewhere long ago

and i don’t even know

where we began

so i slip it all the way on

when im ready to begin again

On a cold steamy morning,
With your  velvet touch
You muzzle my neck.
And I share your breath
As you welcome me back.

Whilst the coppery gleam
Of your shimmering skin
Ripples under my hand,
I lean against your strength
Feeling warm and content.

Your gentle eyes
Reflect the rays
Of the Winter sun
On the golden haze.

I weave my hand,
Through your shiny mane,
And my sigh is steep,
As you whinny deep.

my skin feels like a sunset after you touch it
composed of only the color of your lips
3am phone calls and the pattern of your fingerprints
my body pressed against yours feels like an eclipse
the light flooding from behind darkness
until it's gone completely and i'm blinded
i feel like i've been given water for the first time in years after we kiss
and my hair feels like sunlight when you tangle your hands in it
im completely infatuated with your heavy breathing when we're together
but also your tiny breaths while you're asleep
i could collapse full force into your body
and not even care how many bones i broke because i'd feel at home
even when you're not around i feel your presence in my mind
and i find comfort in the eat we make brief yet playful eye contact before we go our separate ways to class
i love to squeeze your sides and see you smile at me
but i also love to kiss your neck and feel you pulling my body closer to yours
you love so effortlessly and i couldn't be more content with what we have

-m.v.

i found my muse
when i found you
i could write about
the confidence in your walk
the taste of your tongue
the softness of your smile
and everything in-between
for hours on end
i find poems
embedded in your neck
and the only way to get them out
is with my lips
i find fragmented sentences
on your back
and the only way to fix them
is by subtly tracing my fingers
along your skin
your eyes
oh god
theyre a book in themselves
and im still trying
to figure out what they say
the freckles dusting your cheeks
are very similar to single words
much in need of being
strung together
to form the loveliest sentence
ever whispered into a summer breeze
your lips
remind me much of pieces of poetry
ive never gotten to finish writing
but my lips are the pen
and your mouth is my paper
so i wouldnt mind seeing the final product
not even the worlds best poets
could come together
and write something
the capture the beauty of your existence
my words
are merely an understatement

-m.v.

I tried rationality,
It mad me feel bare.
I tried pure emotion,
And filled with despair.

I want to allow,
Me to be me.
Not something that
The world wants to see.

Nothing so great,
Absolutely no hero,
Not either to think,
Of myself as a zero.

A whole life I want,
And pray that I find.
A life long ambition,
A truly wise mind.

I work towards this goal,
And try not to stray,
I feel that it's closer,
Every last day.

Finally finding,
This journey I chose,
Brings more contentment,
As each day does close.

As I write this from up above a couple hundred feet,
Overlooking this beautiful and bustling city
-- which I had only known lesser than twenty-four hours --
I cannot help but heave out a sigh of contentment.

***** even though we're hundreds of miles away from home,
This city has not ceased its glaring warmth.
Maybe it's the environment, maybe it's the people
Maybe it comes down to being just blessed.

I fall, I rise,
I make mistakes,
I live,
I've been hurt,
but ..
I'm alive ..
i'm only Human,
I'm not perfect,
but I'm thankful

the grass is always greener on the other side -
or so they say. but when you’ve been to the other side,
and you’ve felt what it’s like to be there,
you can’t help but wish you were from the other side.
i’ve forgotten the days i used to feel like i had
people who didn’t hold a knife to the small of my back
all the time, i’ve almost forgotten the last time i was truly happy.
sometimes, though, i wish i’d forget - maybe it would be easier
not to know, maybe it would be easier to be content with
todays. but today is today, and i am trapped
(or so it feels), and will continue to be for a month and a day.

His name feels like silk
On freshly showered skin;
Soft and luxurious,
Swaddling in light warmth.
His voice rolls through my ears
Like distant quiet thunder,
Low and smooth as fresh cream-
But he purrs like a panther
When the lights go out.
He is black leather dripping in pearls,
Smelling of Italian cologne and chiffon.
Marble-chiseled face like stone,
With a jaw set like diamonds
In a platinum band.
His arms are like
High-powered assault rifles,
But his fingers are like soft rain
When he touches me in the dark.
His name is an ******
On Valentine's Day,
A champagne-tinged kiss
On New Year's Eve.
He is the embodiment of exhilaration,
Of fashion and fun,
Of money and ***,
Of power and glory,
Of love and valor,
His name is the only name
I want to scream in the dark,
And his name is the only name
I want to be mine.