I remember

I remember being in the foreign country having the cool island Breeze brush against my skin I remember the laughter I remember the flowing water hitting against defenseless rocks I remember climbing the smooth slippery rocks only falling down breaking the chain of...

Morning

Morning I awoke to your hair tangled: matted to your head in disarray, mimicking the sheets beneath us. I danced my finger along your dark brows so thick with masculinity. I traced my way down your temples, making my way around the structure of your cheek bones,...

An Ode To Allen Ginsberg

An Ode To Allen Ginsberg I am a fucking joke, from my bare flesh down through the depths of my bones, I am my own sick mental projection, the fallen buildings, the crashing waves and diminished shoreline. I am the dim illumination of the bedroom of those men that...

Slow and Soothing Sway

Sparkling emerald waters Dance gracefully, side to side, In a slow and soothing sway That carries us past the city’s wisest members. Aging stone families, Who have witnessed waltzes of many turning tides And many types of explorers inside Their grand canals. He hums,...

Darkest Before Dawn

Bottle ships they say, Bottle ships and lighthouses; Collect ‘em on a shelf And put them out to sea See them rise up on the wave, Mounting the crest and down the slope, Crashing against the heavy black rocks Watch the clear glass spider Yes, look, look Look as they...

Anchor, I grasp you tightly in the morning

Anchor, I grasp you tightly in the morning Flesh to flesh, cheek to cheek; Wrap your clinking chain around me Like the strong vine that strangles the tree, Extinguish not my heart; Drumming muscle that leaps, Beats, Gallops, Runs to you; Silence and warmth is drawn...
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