afterward

there is joy in the tangle of their limbs in the feel of slick sweat slowly drying on their skin in the breaths that mingle as they lay nose to nose and their...

Embers

they danced with abandon on hot summer nights and set fire to their fears to keep warm in the cold and ended each day with a whispered “always” never knowing that forever could expire

Submission

she is mythical mystical borne of fire and gemstones she exudes energy and breathes life into me and weaves a complete cipher around me i worship her pay tribute lovingly lay trinkets and spoils...

in-between

listen carefully as i clearly state my business i’m here today to confess my illicit intentions i admit it; my heart’s been compromised my unwavering devotion has been split in...

fabrication

many nights i’ve spent throwing my wishes at the sky hoping against hope that a star would hear my cries my mind is housing illogical imaginings dreams of you by my...

undisclosed

it behooves me to offer explanation of why i carved your name into my soul i had a visitation early one Monday afternoon ‘round twelve thirty right after the sun began to move i...

forecast

clear skies always lie they ignore the rain that patters against my face and the wind that chills me to the bone and the clouds that shadow every surface as i sit...
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