i have realized i can't stand being touched.
not after him.
i crave the warmth of another soul,
but i flinch, i shrink, dread settling in.

breaths ragged like the flowers
i once placed in his hair.
a scream claws at my throat,
i can't stand to be here.

release me from his phantom jaws,
let me force life back into my lungs.
his behavior never gave him pause,
i can't stand to see what he has brung.

i need to be held, to be warm.
to be safe and nestled by your form.
so please be patient, and never ask why
i cry when you graze my scars
with nothing but something truly kind.

I touch my feet
to your feet.
Our bodies
feel
sacred.

The
letting
down
of
great
walls
covered
in moss
on the north.
Corrode
crumble
down
the end
of
our
bed.

The
sheets
turn into
a sanctuary.
Where
whispers
and
light
kisses
become
heavy
with
the scent
of
burning
oils.

What's building
between
us
is
delicate.
Like
seeds
from a
dandelion.
Naked
at times
and
fragile.
This I must
place
on my lips
to blanket
yours.

In our love
the light from
our room
eclipse my hips
as I turn them
closer to
yours.

Your arms
wrap around
the moonlight
delicately.
It's been
a while
since
we allowed
the petals
from the wild
flowers
depetal
and become
moist with
rain that
drips
from
your
twilight.

Your skin
tastes like
sweet
almond.
Your eyes
match
the
same.
As I
become
lost in those
dark
brown
pools of
heated
spring.
The hills
of
my
body
collapse
into
your
ocean.
Only
you and I
you and I
my love
listen to it
our hearts
beating
together
in the
same
space.
Resting
on each
other
with
each other.

The river
and the
lakes
all
see
the threads
of
red
and
gold
which
thread
our souls
together
again.
you are mine
you are mine.

we didn’t need music
just the hum of the fridge
and the dog barking two floors down.
the sheets were half off the bed,
her hair in knots,
my hands shaking
like I’d lived a hundred lives
and never touched something so real.

Serena—
she looked at me like she already knew
where the cracks were
and kissed me there first.
no ceremony,
just heat and breath
and two ******-up hearts
trying to beat in time.

she moaned like it mattered,
like the world might stop spinning
if we didn’t keep going.
I bit her lip, she scratched my back,
we left bruises that felt like
truth.

afterward,
she lit a cigarette
with a hand still trembling
and said,
"we’re not broken,
just bruised in the right places."
and I believed her.

As I stand beneath,
sky's embrace,
open arms,
claim me as its own.

each drop,
cold,
yet warmth blossom in me.

each raindrop,
feels as a caress,
a lover's kiss,
as it drenchs my soul.

Amidst the daisies,
all I could see,
was you.

Just us alone,
beneath blue sky.

You beside me, eyes closed,
wind tracing its fingers
through your hair,
bathed in sunlight,
your soft smile lingering.

Oh, how I envy them—
for giving you a peace
I can only dream of.

Oh, so passionate

is the spring wind! It's blowing --


my skirts wide open.

Intimacy falls
flat on her face against hard
concrete. Window-pain

of the soul opened.
She leapt out-- into mid-air--
Smashing-- abstracted.

Is she alive? No
one caught her. Vulnerable
to asphalt - turned down.

When we crossed paths again
The only intimacy that was shared
Were our shadows overlapping
And even then
Yours was the first to leave

Dance for me like you're not working-
smiling eyes, look deep in my soul.
The beat bumps irrelevant nothings
while I let you take control.

Hips speaking more than words,
and I sit and contemplate the show.
Although I'm paying, it's not faking
to say I don't truly know:

Was this moment real - and does it matter,
if I'm still happy when I get home?