my fingers can outline your lips without thinking and
fashion a knot around your knuckles; drag yer arms

upstairs to my bed or your bed
to sleep or not sleep before the sun

and I am happy to move up alongside you
first thing in the white morning

how could you tell me you no longer want me?
i know i've done everything right.
well...
until tonight.

I took your picture with your cherry-red lips wrapped around one of your cigarettes. Caught that moment when you close your eyes like you are asleep (the sweetest thing I've maybe ever seen). I took your picture when you looked your worst, at that Connecticut cafe when you were giving me your worst. Your dyed red hair is a mess and your eyes are ( Read more... )

if i had all the answers i wouldn't be here, alone in this room in the cold and much too shy to call you ( Read more... )

laying in the bathtub with my legs propped up around the faucet, that blurry vision where i only see the outline of thighs & light glistening off the water/thought this could be any arms&heels&chest, any woman's skin&bones, any of those women i met in coffeehouses or dance bars, the women that turned me away ten years ago or last week//it makes me ( Read more... )