band aids

The sighs behind your eyes
make me want to capitalize
the punctuation of my smile
blow kisses with reminders
that some girls know when
it’s time to give not receive
find that space within your
arm, then slip away silently.
the hand that travels down
could never touch too much
preoccupy my thoughts with
evenings seductively spent
entwined and engrossed
inside mouths, arms, & thighs
interpreting the souds that
bounce off the wood of the
floor, from windows to doors
when lips start twisting round
stories whispered to ears
hiding in make-believe forts
I want to sip chocolate milk
from your lips and tell your
inner child ghost stories so
you squeeze my hand tighter
Your skin smells like heat and
sweat with nicotine traces
our silence comfortably fills up
expanding negative spaces
positively writing words across
eye lids closed yet seeing
cynics starting with believing
hearts can open up revealing
both tiny and big cuts need
someone to kiss them better

sparks

dont mean to
scare you
with
lingering stares
these
starry eyed moments
this
willingness to share
been told
my sort of kisses
are
too much
too soon
too fast
and far
too much to handle
to spark hot
enough
to last
somethings
telling me
you underestimate
the fire
smoldering behind
this mind
arms are empty
but they're longing
for you to climb inside
there is a
thunder roll
that's coming and
its striking
without warning
too much
too soon
too fast
and far
too much to handle
unless you rise to
this occassion
and run with me
to battle

intuitive carnalities

this emotional discord
makes fire start to bounce of skin
responding to
beating
music surrounding
makes thunder rumble
from within
my caged heart
like a wild animal
trying
to escape
to chase
intuitive carnalities
to rip truth from pretense
with teeth devouring pureness in its
most raw form
to kill false promises
given by underdeveloped souls
always left proving
the existance
of
nothing more
than negative space
between us

no words

when that momentary inkling of perhaps
starts to show its sparkly magpie charm
i should remember the feelings
weighing heavily upon my shoulders
a reminder of  what really cuts me
and how much it hurts when salt is inadvertantly

poured on these open wounds

time and a place

a time
and a place
for things like
dark rooms
talking close
within
and
inside breaths
subjective realities
a dream state
of
awoken sleep
and
speaking silences
lapsed judgement
relapsed friendships
with familiar
laughs
familial conversation
hands that
touch fingertips
murmuring deep voices
and words
of my favorite
minstrel
a time
and a place
for things like
forgetting
when loneliness
becomes
welcome
and longing
paves the way
to a brief vulnerability
usually
unable to reach a surface
so far from the depths
of a wall
rarely breached
only to be
locked back up
with a lost
skeleton key

busted proximity and the after effects

My heart sunk
yet opened
screaming
obscenities
silently
simultaneously
I stood and watched
your proximity
shift
the world spinning
around me
your face the center
from where
centripetal energy
stems from
anger like that
not in years
face red
had to get away
from the walls
of my vivid imagination
closing in
all around me
your proximity
and breathing
undeniable
that the negative space
between you was
less than average
in such an average
place such
as that
far too close
standing to a
smiling face
making my guts lurch
your proximity
to that girl
whose
face isnt
mine

hemispheres

Sometimes
scoundrels
arrive
like heroes
disguised
as pirates
courage racing
through hearts
beating
weathered skin
squinted eyes
reflections
of open seas
flashes of lighting
thunderstorms
beneath the
surface of smiles
electric touches
from strong
hands that
never break
hands made
to fix things
like broken hearts
and broken limbs
sharing secrets
with breaths
left hanging
in the negative space
of the centimeters
between
two pairs of lips
weaving stories
past and present
intermingling
like fingertips
that whisper
into floating
bottles barely
breaking
surfaces
carrying messages
from
frozen moments
to unwritten
futures
night time
silence
like graveyards
beneath
a moon
and stars
identical
from here to
there
where tides
kiss the shores
where pirate girls
ride sea horses
to heroes
pensive
and awaiting
to unlock
an internal savage
within
themselves
speaking love notes
always in Latin
the romance
language of
science
and lost
civilizations
a map to the
end of all things
where love
remains
victorious