SoulsongI must be quiet now, I must sit still so I may recognize, so I may hear faint strums from drowsy fingers slow tune, and lonely motif turned colorless and thick like clotted cheese at noonSoulsong
Notes that sickle down these veins veins tedious and raw but welcomed all the same as ransom for a cornered mind and this fading soulsong
MoonslideTell me you love me Through the deepest shades of Your coffee tarnished gaze Let us slide down this moon And into these sheets andMoonslide
Tumble out dry like a summer’s eve
Skins parched for pleasure And a taste for love pining at our tongues
Smells of clean linen on our skins and
Let me hold your failing frame
Close to my chest
To set your flame ablaze
Sonnet -needs title-If I could but ease your hastening mind, with lyrics and prose and soft fingertips; untie that bind and let these irons slip and soak in the sorrow your eyes outlined. Let me in? Fixed at the lock I have pined. That lure in my chest, the thirst at these lips. Your ambrosia heart, give my soul but sips. In all that I soothe, this calm I could find.Sonnet -needs title-
I would bear your throes aside my keen breast; and comb them away through fond tender touch. Place your brow at rest, the core of your clutch, and breezed in the air low mellowed songs pressed. They speak such sweet words
Urban StonesUrban stones -now beyond the corner address the days of these …grinding shoes steps that drag and scuff but still hurryUrban Stones
to catch the show
The matted sweater (stolen from her mother) can barely aid -numb fingers and arms But will do for now …because that’s all there is
eat me, drink mewell tell me, love- am i breathing now? hard enough to shake windowpanes and turn moths' whispers into screams. i think i'm breathing, love, i think i'm gasping for blue air and drinking on an empty stomach. i think my bones can't stop shrinking and my walk is more of a stagger. i think i'm breathing, love- so hard i've become vapor and the most i can pretend to be is a stranger on the sidewalk.eat me, drink me
Imaginary GirlsImaginary girls you don't exist. I've seen your centerfolds and bikini cover shots. Your body isn't really that smooth, those eyes were never crystal blue. Those blonde tresses, half of them aren't &#Imaginary Girls
White Ermine
Yeah
Tense
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