only posting on tumblr now. finished moving over old entries i wanted.

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black undone ponytail like midnight ripcurl (new moon) i’m swimming again bellyring debutante putting these practiced poses to good use and these teeth to even better, skin sudoku a three here and a 6 there leaving evidence of a game complete on your neck (“it’s going to be a turtleneck day tomorrow”) and your smell on my shirt as i leave to soak ( Read more... )

my words mirror my journey, long jaunts of wandering prose peppered with poems i find comfort in reading again and again, the word ‘you’ no longer carries with it any sort of meaning or association and this truly is a first for me, even between moves and deep in ‘delia i had a face-smile high mouthcorners revealing silent laughter 12 spirits one ( Read more... )

i’m beginning to think this is all there is, silently flexing surrounded alone by a dozen or so 40-somethings that need a break from their day and one beautiful girl who happens to lay next to me and sweat next to me and follow me out, we made small talk she must be indian or paki or something, this absolutely flawless caramel skin and those ( Read more... )

i am walking narrow planks towards blue breeze i am tired, my bones ache my fingers are peeling i’m not sure why maybe i need a set of pretty feminine fingers to hold my skin on my body without you i literally just fall apart. they’ve been peeling for weeks and this is the only explanation i can come to as i sit at my desk (i’ve hit the big time, ( Read more... )

Icarus walks ( Read more... )

tonight i cried, song ( Read more... )

i’m washing vitamins down with wine and rum and grimaces the epitome of good intentions and poor execution drop the phrase ‘these days’ all days and forever past and forever future no longer a teenager but reflecting on 19 i was poor in soul and heart, a beggar for lips and tongues and anything that would make me feel complete, a beggar for you. i ( Read more... )

all is ephemeral, wind be kind: bent down in child’s pose eyes glazed over and dripping sweat body pushing the punishment i’ve given it back out onto my skin for me to count the beads and streaks and give each a name, each a face, each a date and time and reason and feeling behind, each a step closer to my grave where surely many will dance and ( Read more... )

sticky symphonies of skin and human percussion, sweat soaked silk sheets stained by sun and sine waves riding in rythm with rising waters in Carolina rivers and nervous hearts, forgive my needs and urges to lay on beds of pine needles, watching foxes & bears and other dangerous things play under soft blue blanket skies and two flowers floating ( Read more... )