Completion, Completely, Endlessly |
The sun blushes when it's rays graze the lines of your face.The sweet embrace of the parallel of your perection.My recollection recalls that even the sun quietly smiles at you. Even blushes, love.The ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Dec 2009 20:31:00 GMT |
The beginning I forgot |
To know what is truly at stake with the consequences of breathing, perhaps we would shut ourselves off from life. Perhaps we would close our airways and bury our faces in graves before our appropriate...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Nov 2009 19:40:00 GMT |
Bones between your teeth |
There is nothing when I look in your eyes, without the bitterness in your mouth.Nothing left to smile on, crushing bones between your teeth and letting it settle in with numbness. They are hollow and ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Oct 2009 20:44:00 GMT |
Pleasure |
You gave me pleasure by your eyes, softly searching, seeking the night to have a place for trial.You declined my persuations for reasons only the backs of your sights can see, and lost me, left me lon...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Sep 2009 23:05:00 GMT |
Extinguishing the light from the moon |
The radiance abroad, shining splendor through the sky,Will be the death of me yet, through their comparable eyes.Giving and taking the light from the heavens,Night finds its glory through lunar elatio...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:01:00 GMT |
Resemblances of blue, I remember being at sea. |
Your sweet eyes, kissing the sea from a broken faucet, found strangling itself in the basement, beams weaked by intensity and pressure, balancing and swaying, those beautiful sweet resemblances of blu...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Sep 2009 20:09:00 GMT |
Heart in Hand, I conquer nothing. |
We spin to the right and run to the leftHearts in hand, beating them against our chests,So revolve and change through times embrace,Echoing our woes into this empty space,where no sound is heard, let ...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Aug 2009 19:10:00 GMT |
A half a moon to think of you. |
There's a half a moon for how I feel for you tonight,Sweat on my hands, dirt on my bare feet, screaming into your light as if you could even understand. I'm stumbling because of my inability to recogn...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Aug 2009 20:58:00 GMT |
There are enough hours in a day |
Do you know the childhood places, in gardens, in rickety hand made sail boats in the pond, in tall grass of a country where imagination made inhabitants dwell, the childhood places that you created, y...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Jul 2009 16:23:00 GMT |
The Bee's with birds as witness. |
Prince charming is alarming in his quest about the sea,His battle with thirst has led him to me.He waits around the wadeing pool, looking for his queen.A taste, a touch, a kiss of a liquid dream,Ephem...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 19:42:00 GMT |
