There's never enough: Time, truth, words. You, though love, are always abundant.
Wax, wane, and wander. Tides are turning with old leaves; Past eclipsed by now.
He say, what she said; All words are made meaningless when hearts won't hear them.
Scalps are breeding grounds for wild waves and thoughts sprouting. Limits don't exist.
Speaking perceptions; Mirror tells me what they say. See them, utter self.
Eyes low; heart deeper World relaxed on my shoulders I keep moving though
Wind blows me daily. Sun counts all our days alike. Still, I can't let go.
Sometimes, it breathes in me, barely concealed disconnection from the body, expanding with my inhales, blatantly tempting other with each release word written wasted, every feeling hardly harnessed proof of both my hell and of humanity How must I explain the ineffable experience of my own unbridled power, the intrinsic order of human limitlessness? …and the opposite,... Continue Reading →
who will close the distance between us? Everything we say is small talk when you think what we’ll be doing after words… My lips have made their way to yours and we are siphoning your secrets with acute hunger our tongues fail to resist the urge to caress sweeping along each other; wet and eager... Continue Reading →