He stood against the car,
His hand was lingering.
I watched it linger,
Intrigued by the finger,
The fingers,
The touch of the tips,
The hood and his grip.
Oh to be a shield of metal,
That he would touch me so.
And he pulled one from his pack,
He lit it.
Slow intake.
How I would take
You.
Take you slowly,
Into my lungs and loins and
Tongue and joys
And pains and tears
And breast and years
Forever and ever
Amen.
The denim clutched him close,
I could feel the gap between our skin.
The exact measurements
In centimeters
Between our lips,
Between our kiss,
Between every part of me
That was not pressed
Pressed
Against
I had managed to maneuver through
your impressive implications,
Your deceptive delineations:
All the pictures you propounded
That you did not paint for me.
And I managed to get past
The passing pleasantries, discrete,
The praise you laid down at my feet,
The lovely language you provided
That provided we should meet.
But…
I carried the capacity for carelessness
With no attempt to overcome,
…And I lost myself inside of you.
Lost everything,
Lost all the true
And real
And misguided things
That I'd ever wanted to believe.
And it's so lovely to be proven wrong,
So painful to be wholly wrong.
Have you ever thought
That intuit
I've got a week to sit and wait to move
To where I can be close to you
And that's the place to be
Being with you—
Being with me—
And sometimes I can barely breathe
When I think of you inside of me.
And it's so hot—
That very thought--
I've got to stop
Or I'll collapse,
Hand in my lap,
Missing you tonight.
...Maybe that would be alright.
I've got three hours to look natural
I'll take my time to get my fill
So that I can believe you when you say
That you think I'm beautiful today.
And tonight's our night
To get it right
Like every time
We've been there.
And maybe that night
In dark, dimmed light
We can ourselves
ignite
one bolt--
electricity:
sparks, fire.
sweet burning death--
collapsed lungs.
lost breath:
flowing into someone else's body: softly.
and this surrender, it takes me.
pulls my heart
into my throat
and I can feel it beating...
beating...beat...be...(pause) stop.
Nothing.
Grave. Earth. Hymns.
Crowds. Black.
my breath in you.
my heart estranged--
this tiny death
is really living.
You've got everything
so far away
just out of reach,
but if you prayed--
maybe you could grasp it.
Cause it's tangible,
it's tasteable--
On not so many days.
So feel free to indulge
next time you're next to me.
Your fantasies:
they come in me,
just like you.
(Or in my dreams.)
And this is what romance is like
Every time that you're around.
And this is my best love story.
Because I'm writing this one down.
There's so much trust
that you're not going to hit me.
So much trust
when I'm lying there.
You didn't force it
and I didn't intend to
but it came
three times...
You should know: I still care--
about your little moans
and your grasping hands--
about your holding me--
No other man
has held this fascination,
this lubrication,
this interest in my destination--
and I don't know!!
I don't know where this is going
or how long it'll take to get there.
I don't know if I deserve you.
I don't know if you're prepared.
How long will we last?
How tough is our skin?
How thick is this bond?
How quick to give in?
I love you.
Ya h
I have only my memories
to clutch to my frame
on those cold, lonely nights...
Every night is cold and lonely.
And though your heat is missing,
a faint glow of its warmth
spreads over me,
forever we
will never shiver again.
And if you fall asleep each night
feeling parts of you are missing:
be comforted and know
that they are safe within my heart.
For your fingertips, I have them--
They still trace inside my palms...
Your lips, they never left my head.
They too, from you are gone.
Your eyes still burn into me.
I can feel them on my skin.
I'm sorry to have stolen them,
but I won't give them back again.
I, too, am missing se
There are those days where you wake up and know...that the next 12-18 hours are going to be Hell.
It would have done me well to not sleep last night. It was strained. Artificial. It was the sugar-substitute of rest. The low-carb brownie of relaxation. At first I couldn't stop shaking. Then I'd wake constantly, realizing how uncomfortable I was; how I was burning up; how nothing seemed to stop it...like how I would imagine fire feels the moment before it sears your skin.
I woke to hammering and screeching. It sounded as if they were drilling holes into twenty kittens, all at once--right in the room below me. Feels like I'm going to f
He stood against the car,
His hand was lingering.
I watched it linger,
Intrigued by the finger,
The fingers,
The touch of the tips,
The hood and his grip.
Oh to be a shield of metal,
That he would touch me so.
And he pulled one from his pack,
He lit it.
Slow intake.
How I would take
You.
Take you slowly,
Into my lungs and loins and
Tongue and joys
And pains and tears
And breast and years
Forever and ever
Amen.
The denim clutched him close,
I could feel the gap between our skin.
The exact measurements
In centimeters
Between our lips,
Between our kiss,
Between every part of me
That was not pressed
Pressed
Against
I had managed to maneuver through
your impressive implications,
Your deceptive delineations:
All the pictures you propounded
That you did not paint for me.
And I managed to get past
The passing pleasantries, discrete,
The praise you laid down at my feet,
The lovely language you provided
That provided we should meet.
But…
I carried the capacity for carelessness
With no attempt to overcome,
…And I lost myself inside of you.
Lost everything,
Lost all the true
And real
And misguided things
That I'd ever wanted to believe.
And it's so lovely to be proven wrong,
So painful to be wholly wrong.
Have you ever thought
That intuit
I've got a week to sit and wait to move
To where I can be close to you
And that's the place to be
Being with you—
Being with me—
And sometimes I can barely breathe
When I think of you inside of me.
And it's so hot—
That very thought--
I've got to stop
Or I'll collapse,
Hand in my lap,
Missing you tonight.
...Maybe that would be alright.
I've got three hours to look natural
I'll take my time to get my fill
So that I can believe you when you say
That you think I'm beautiful today.
And tonight's our night
To get it right
Like every time
We've been there.
And maybe that night
In dark, dimmed light
We can ourselves
ignite
one bolt--
electricity:
sparks, fire.
sweet burning death--
collapsed lungs.
lost breath:
flowing into someone else's body: softly.
and this surrender, it takes me.
pulls my heart
into my throat
and I can feel it beating...
beating...beat...be...(pause) stop.
Nothing.
Grave. Earth. Hymns.
Crowds. Black.
my breath in you.
my heart estranged--
this tiny death
is really living.
You've got everything
so far away
just out of reach,
but if you prayed--
maybe you could grasp it.
Cause it's tangible,
it's tasteable--
On not so many days.
So feel free to indulge
next time you're next to me.
Your fantasies:
they come in me,
just like you.
(Or in my dreams.)
And this is what romance is like
Every time that you're around.
And this is my best love story.
Because I'm writing this one down.
There's so much trust
that you're not going to hit me.
So much trust
when I'm lying there.
You didn't force it
and I didn't intend to
but it came
three times...
You should know: I still care--
about your little moans
and your grasping hands--
about your holding me--
No other man
has held this fascination,
this lubrication,
this interest in my destination--
and I don't know!!
I don't know where this is going
or how long it'll take to get there.
I don't know if I deserve you.
I don't know if you're prepared.
How long will we last?
How tough is our skin?
How thick is this bond?
How quick to give in?
I love you.
Ya h
I have only my memories
to clutch to my frame
on those cold, lonely nights...
Every night is cold and lonely.
And though your heat is missing,
a faint glow of its warmth
spreads over me,
forever we
will never shiver again.
And if you fall asleep each night
feeling parts of you are missing:
be comforted and know
that they are safe within my heart.
For your fingertips, I have them--
They still trace inside my palms...
Your lips, they never left my head.
They too, from you are gone.
Your eyes still burn into me.
I can feel them on my skin.
I'm sorry to have stolen them,
but I won't give them back again.
I, too, am missing se
There are those days where you wake up and know...that the next 12-18 hours are going to be Hell.
It would have done me well to not sleep last night. It was strained. Artificial. It was the sugar-substitute of rest. The low-carb brownie of relaxation. At first I couldn't stop shaking. Then I'd wake constantly, realizing how uncomfortable I was; how I was burning up; how nothing seemed to stop it...like how I would imagine fire feels the moment before it sears your skin.
I woke to hammering and screeching. It sounded as if they were drilling holes into twenty kittens, all at once--right in the room below me. Feels like I'm going to f
A simple sentence says so much. For example, I could say "I love you" and wait for your response. Granted, I don't think I could ever love someone like you. [again] That's not the point. The point is how effective three simple words are.
I could say "I hate you" but you would know that I didn't mean it. [as much as I'd like to] There's no point in wasting your breath on meaningless sentences. I wasted a year's supply of oxygen just reminding you how much I [don't] love you.
I can't believe I wasted so much on a lie. Then again, I'm not the one who's living the lie. You lied to us all. You lied to yourself. You lied to me.
I hope she hurts
i'm waking up and breaking down
pushing forward and holding back
making out and giving in
all for nothing in particular.
it was never about heartache
it was never about you
it was never about depression
it was about nothing in particular.
down the hall and up the street
just beyond the rising sun
is where you left me all alone
doing nothing in particular.
you're still a zero
from first impression to second glance
third time's a charm
when you're no one in particular.
Firefly passion;
The shore soaking, then drying;
Waxing and yawning.
Something more needs to not be left unsaid.
Close your eyes and kiss me,
before the gag reflex kicks in,
which leads you to wander off…
…to dillydally in silver valleys
and learn to be 5 again,
back when they told you that "silence was virtuous",
but we knew imagination was divine.
You hit a stoplight on your,
well-deserved self-righteous,
one-way-trip to paradise.
And felt your long-lost longing arise, to see snow fall,
To hear "no" drop,
and be told that you can do "Anything",
As long as it is
Not too
Current Residence: South Carolina Favourite genre of music: I'm eclectic! Favourite photographer: LIZ! (Dramatics) Skin of choice: Can't we all just get along? ;-) Personal Quote: "Things are what you make of 'em, baby."
I miss you dearly! i called lots on sunday night and monday when you were in town! i was sad that i didn't get to see you. call me sometime. love ya babe!