chuckles

Chuckles and screams
Burning to the bone
Melting in your brain

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lately

I like to play
With spider webs in the dark
Soft tickles and harsh bites
I tend to forget lately
What the frame looks like
Behind closed eyes
I listen to the trickle on the window ledge
Kiss my lips in the shower
My damp hair in the morning
My pillows aren’t soft
or cool enough to soothe
My burnt fingertips

blind lovers we are

mould me
retrace my spine
to fit the gentle curve
formed by your legs
and arms
touch me
read my skin with your hands
blind lovers we are
following the trail of desire on each other’s
lips
my love
i never stopped being yours

soft awakenings

i can swear there were
flowers
blooming
at the corner of your eye this morning

soft awakenings
tongue on lips and lips on tongue

i can swear there were
horses
galloping the distance
between your heart
and mine

infinite songs
i can recall now
hold me hold me hold me

i can swear there were
flowers
blooming
at the corner of your eye

this morning