Monthly Archives: February 2017

It is Sunday, past midnight, and my world is still. I smell you on my clothes and in my hair while I sulk at the thought of change, of brand new fragrances wafting through tomorrow’s air. I do not wish for it, only to be perpetually seventeen, velvet skinned and yours, a champion of chasingContinue reading “1:47”

I am madly existing. I crave your moonlight fingertips searching my darkness– carving shooting stars from my joy that only sees you.

Sea Depth Lurching Starving cold Craving the wasted desolation, dark blue churning what once was, what is, what exists beneath mercy.

Dust Gray Fading Expired We are forgotten and disguised in soft secrecy– the dull-toothed bite of Time’s unapologetic teeth.

Your warmth feels cold to me tonight, Lost voices, dusted skin, Hands trembling in the fading light, Soft prayers melt to sin. Lost voices, dusted skin Your touch beneath thin frost– I search for fire deep within All hope forever lost. Your touch beneath thin frost Stars blanketing your eyes Paths never again crossed UntilContinue reading “Warmth (A Pantoum)”