Linger•

Fickle is my touch when I come across your scent on my sheets… It takes me by surprise and pins me down, like a dream within a dream. A reality I can’t wake up from. I stumble upon particles of your memory drunk on my pillow, swaying between my neck and my thighs. My throat…

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Idle anthem.

Some things are better left unsaid, in the pit of your stomach, festering heartache of what could have been. Some things are better left alone, in dark corners of houses that used to be your haven. Love, your heart is a gruesome desire of “can’t be” and “what should have been”. Your soul is tainted…

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Contemporary art°

So smoke the flowers in my head into oblivion, desperately trying to turn memories into stories of pure fantasy. Tell me one more time that my bones grew thorns into your delicate skin. Draw on my back the scars of your heartbreak. Shed tears into my palms so I can turn them into a trophy…

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Salt.

There is something very poetic about the sound of the waves crashing against your skin, wrapping you in prickly sensations and thrusting you towards my reaching arms. I revolve around my own spine and untangle my legs to make room for yours… you smile, the sun reflecting off your eyes into the horizon, your shoulders…

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Facts.

There is a tangible reason for the love I feel towards everything that is you. An un-divine explanation from the galaxies within your eyes. There’s a theorem to decipher the magnetic attraction between the tips of my fingers and the arch of your back. I swear to God I’ve read the proof. I saw the…

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About last night°

Grab the sheets by your tightened fists as I run a flower up your thigh. Breath into my ear with muffled moans and whisper that you crave more… Your mouth is wide, but all your voices are haunted,and your nails are deep, eating at me…  Lock your eyes with mine as you quiver and shake.…

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Tiny lullabies°

I want to stay up til 5a.m. talking to you about how rivers make a melody only tree leaves can hear, and how sometimes, if it’s really quiet outside, you can see someone light a candle in the mountains… I want to tell you about that time an old man crossed the street, and that made…

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Haiku for the stupid

Here it comes, once again with drizzles and hurricanes… who will keep you warm this winter? You once told me stories about butterflies and pterodactyls and I believed that words would be enough to feed my soul. Playlist: Hiatus ft Shura – Fortune’s Fool Jessie Ware – Wildest Moments Goya – West

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Y’a des nuits comme ça…

Tombe la lune suspendue par dessus mon front et par habitude je cherche ta main sous mon oreiller. Je prends en poignet les draps souillés de souvenirs d’un bonheur ivre d’amour et je souris. Je me retourne contre le mur et froisse ma peau contre la fraîcheur humide; mieux vaut sentir le froid, que la…

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«One lifetime ago»

Why don’t we pretend, if only for a second, that you and I are ancient lovers… For just on sunrise, let our skin touch under the rays of weightless light and electrify our senses. Let me turn towards your back and run my fingers down your spine and send you into a dream within a…

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