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Deadbeat Deadlift

When I see you, I want to lift you. Hard body smooth under my rough hands, your cold accepting my heat, you make me (k)ne(a/e)d you. But your soul is heavy in my hands; I adjust my grip and strain... Continue Reading →

Love Remembered

He kissed her forehead, sweetly. I remember her. I remember her long, wavy hair, Soft against my nose as she pressed her forehead to my lips, Smooth skin warming my insides, Small hands laced together in the small of my... Continue Reading →

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Siren Song

~I haven't gone to bed yet, so it's still technically April 4th right?~   Let's step outside for a moment, you and I Feel that cool breeze on your skin, Those gentle drops shattering like ice on your upturned face... Continue Reading →

The Calm After the Storm

Hunched On a damp roof, I listen to the silence; A breeze ruffles the trees, An AC unit powers down; The silence is more complete   I drive my fist through the dry plaster With the raw power of my... Continue Reading →

A Tale of Two Hearts

There is never a dull moment in the sea of love; Staggering heights point irresistibly To precipitous drops toward valleys of heartbreak. Raging rosy water, Unstoppable undulations, Exercises in excitement; An active heart is a healthy one.   Sail upriver... Continue Reading →

What the hell, might as well

"What the hell, might as well" Were not the words I wanted to hear As you lean in Impossible beauty in slow motion Ringing my bell Again.   On the last night Before I leave this town indefinitely You are... Continue Reading →

Live

Stand. Stand in the pouring rain, Arms outstretched, Face to sky, Reveling in the sensation of it.   Walk. Walk in the scorching heat, Hand in slimy hand, Brows channeling rivulets around eyes, Experiencing the hardship of it.   Sit.... Continue Reading →

The Lovesong of the Lonely Nomad

He's a nomad; At home everywhere, But more importantly, Nowhere.   Drifting in the winds of life, Rambling in the streams time, Fleeing the past, Pursuing the future.   He's chasing perfection, But fleeing from greatness, Close is too far... Continue Reading →

Jagged Edges

Her father left when she was just eight. Not that it made any difference; He never paid her any mind when he was around. Not that anyone paid her any mind; Momma always tending to five younger siblings.   He'd... Continue Reading →

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