Phantom lips that seem to trace against my skin,
Curving along my back.

Touch as sweet as peppermint
With chills from a blissful cold.

A touch that holds my own
Intertwined with blankets and sheets,

A desperate heat that seems to follow,
Summer that seems buried in winter's gift.

Frame of frame, we dance together.
Touch of touch, we linger together.

My eyes closed as I try to match the silhouette
Curving my body, your sensation guiding my own.

When my eyes open,
Only one lingering kiss remains.

when you died
i turned to him and
then i realised he
wasn’t there
either

I always say
it'll change
but the morning
will never be a sunset

They keep asking us where we were
last night and we
Could tell the truth
but where's the fun in that?
The world wants answers and we've only
got big dreams and
empty stomachs.
So what do you want to be when you grow up?
Your smile is all teeth.
Someone.
Getting high,
Getting loved,
Getting glamorous on
thrift shop discounts.
Getting plastered.
You'll write your confessions
in the fog on windows,
and worship
deaf gods.

With quicksilver tongues and
eyes like mercury,
We can't wind
the years back
but
we sure as hell can try.

The music of you
is too strong
that's why my poetry
is silent