The tip of your finger, your tongue, your eyelash outlines my silhouette in semi-permanent stain. I knew from the first touch you were, we were only temporary. Only. Not wholly. For the time being. But your mouth imprints my own and for something half-hearted and incomplete, you've made a home out of me.
Tag: Love
Undoing
Your eyes sparkle more than they used to More than I noticed before at least and I'm unsure if the glisten under the light naturally and I was just blind to it. Or if it's my presence that makes your irises iridescent only when I catch your gaze. What a privilege. And when you …
Do Not
do not treat me like i'm something you can part with when you're fulfilled i want to fill every cup you cultivate until it overflows not be something you can be sick of (throw up) when you've had your fix this hotel i've made isn't prized for its temporary hospitality we build rooms for …
Touch
I never knew I could crave someone's touch, like thirst you feel like something I miss but don't yet know How foolish I can picture your touch but you haven't (yet) even traced my mouth and our eyes meet like two fuses across the room and It's obscene but I can feel your mouth on …
Mind
Perhaps the most intimate thing isn't letting someone see (be within) your body but letting them know your mind
A Voice Without Language
Let me trace your ribs with my finger- tip- toe over the hairs that layer your stomach. Find home in the skin that encompasses The place I seek to know. Let me lick and lust for your empty words, mere thoughts that are just noise as they escape your mouth. A voice without language, a …
Coordinates
I remember the first time I traced your spine that felt like velvet. Memorised the coordinates of your collarbones with my nervous lip. I remember the laughter, the sweat, that unfamiliar. The glow of your skin, lighting my way home. Your eyes lit up like sparklers in November twilight, and guided me in line with …
