You hit me , yet
there’s no pain
the energy has been blasted out
of my body, replaced by
this warm tea, mellow feeling.
I’m in sweet despair.
maybe something I once wrote for somebody else isn’t theirs anymore, it’s yours. my old words take on new meaning, There’s nothing left of me I’d say to anybody else, I’m addicted to long conversations with you. Not art, not ballet, … Continue reading
where the light touches thread I don’t notice, I only see how where the beams touch your face, shine ensues your making me shyer and shyer with each day nervouser pangs after I see you I’m missing you then but … Continue reading
your soul is hunting mine, the chase is on, I’ve stopped I pant, gasp, chortle… leaves adew, fresh panting of plants and my breath taking in the life they produce as desperate liquid departs my gritty mouth the moment is … Continue reading
They false love to create physique, false strength of physicality for affection. They are at rest, mhmm hearts,- go lax but at the back of their minds, when they closed their eyes were you. You’re there still. Depended on for your eccentric … Continue reading
My heart’s under the willows My limb’s beneath the beech the oak, long in raw ages has hidden away, below it’s beams my wishes to a genie who can’t grant them because they’ve disappeared under the strong and bowy arms … Continue reading
-In the hierarchy of things there are people whom I want to be like, and those who want, to be like me.- -He calls it a conversion convinced to do spins and twirls. Me! – -The equal levels are few, … Continue reading
White milk spillings: clippings of rubbed nails like pearl’s teeth spill into my palm. Up-keeping is downgrading me. Hair tucked simply behind both ears. The golden affect of summer saving me my work. I sink easily into this warmth laden, … Continue reading
This accent I’ve picked up gives me the jitters. Creates a rustiness that feels funny on my tongue. So carefully embedded in my nature are my words- my phrases-, accent mixing roughly with the sweetnesss of their mother tongue
Roaring and dropping. Sudden voices stopping- Rasping, lilting, full of money- cash flows from their lips like the salt of the earth and breath of solid, unbreakable air. Give ‘em a winning smile and toss my hair (what if it doesn’t … Continue reading