distracting my mind ( Read more... )

His eyes, those tawny suns ( Read more... )

A glimpse of something beautiful. intangible, maybe. a slight turn of the nose. or the way your nails sit on your fingers, like your lids covering your eyes. necessary and premeditated. sometimes hereditary. the moon was there when i finally looked at you-- your eyelashes were lit on fire. i remember being confused by this. still, begging for a ( Read more... )

a kind of love that reminds me of a ferris wheel ( Read more... )

A translucent vase ( Read more... )

breathing in and out of my kisses by mouth, i surrender to what is ( Read more... )

Candy-coated flesh dangles ( Read more... )

A vision. A bright light. Crisp and demanding ( Read more... )

the electricity of new lovers ( Read more... )

the smell of fresh kisses and sweat ( Read more... )