The unbearable state of desire.

My name is forever tainted by the sound of your breath. It is in deep embrace with each moan that escapes your muffled lips. My name has been tamed. Each time they call it, I throb in anticipation of your fingernails digging into my spine. Chain my vocal chords with strands of your hair, my…

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Stray hearts°

You look at me with kind eyes that stretch into the horizon, and whisper words made from the melody of your heartbeats. You look at me with feelings that flow, pouring flowers from your lips and onto mine. You stay. And I push. And you stay. And I can’t breathe. Because I look at you…

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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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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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When everything dies.

The palm of your hand trembles on my back as we sway in an empty field. Darling, we’re forever lost in silent woods. Barefoot we walk side by side. Why do you fear me? You hold me closer, tighter… and twirl me around as daisies fall at my feet, withering as they surrender… You spin…

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Carousel

I stood under the scolding droplets for the longest time, thinking about the night I held your hand under the rain… Where was I taking you?  If stories were true about loves and forevers, well then with each drop falling on your forehead, I saw a little eternity of moments.  So I took your hand,…

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Sundays are for lovers

With eyes half shut, and golden glows falling in cascade on your skin, I draw flowers sprouting from your spine. There are words that send me into a frenzy, and then there’s the sound of you breathing into this morning light. I see you wrapped up in sheets that don’t stand a chance to the…

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Linger on my skin°

Moments in dimmed lights and muffled conversations eat me up as I stare through the ceiling, onto the galaxies. I run my fingers across chapped lips [an urge to taste]. Awkward glances over silent records and unspoken cravings. I look at you with eyes filled with famine, a drought waiting for a single drop of…

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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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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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