“You feel so much.You always get knocked down, but still you embrace everything with your arms spread wide — each emotion painted on your delicate face. That’s what makes you alive. I wish I was that brave. You’re so beautiful, and I am so numb.”
Rose Gold 2015
The physical heart can heal; the figurative can’t.
I think maturity
is finally reached
when you no longer
and instead embrace
one another for who
we are and what we
I want to go to that place
where love and lust are blurred
when our shadows are one
amidst the mosaic of soft ambers
and ochres of burning candles
ignited from our embrace.
It’s beautiful because it’s passion —
it’s honest because it’s untamed.
It’s lovely because it’s love.
I revel in unmeasurable pleasure
of your brain and touch —
that’s where my mind is fond of drifting.
As soon as you relieve my hunger,
you feed my desire to be with you
at least once more.
I didn’t know that a dream
such as this was possible
until our lips grazed
each other for the first time.
I will love you —
for as long as I can.
Kiss me with your breeze, hug me with your
bright fire and dancing stockings on the wall.
Tease me with your fine bristles of fir,
taunt me with your candle lit halls.
Wrap me in your fancy ribbons,
decorate me in your glass ornaments
that reflect our lips stumbling
upon each other like flames in crystals
desires stirred in a whirlwind of smoldered
hushed lust that is painted in fiery embers
that are settled with the fresh snow falling.
To be in your arms once more in winter,
I could breathe in powdered frozen glitter.
You’ve inflicted me with writer’s
block for I can think of nothing
but your fingertips as they fall
on my skin as inquisitive as lost petals,
or the days when our blankets
tossed themselves to the floor
because we didn’t want the slightest
obstacle in the way of our affection.
You have cursed my pen and my soul. You
have full reign over my verse and sleep,
but I wouldn’t have it any other way
because your lips in my hands —
that’s where you’ll stay.