I hold beside my neck the weight of my bra straps. Unwired, translucent, having a mix of peach and white. My nights are not accustomed to sleeping without them. So every eve fierce love we make. Too fierce that we forget. And every dawn, one can observe remnants from the night before, hovering over the […]Read More Necklace
My eyes are heavy, my breath go slow, after 8 hours of sleeping I think I need more. My mind go restless thinking of you. My mouth go breathless to hear about you. Every action of inactivity leads to blues. Yet when I raise, legs fall back to you. I read between lines to find […]Read More Musings: Under Sun
Let the splash of water hit you. Let it hit you hard, Let it hit you sweetly. Let it’s temperature give you chills. And let it’s so-called blue brighten your mood. One splash at a time, one wave racing mind. But let it not sweep you ashore. As you are no sand. You are the […]Read More Let It
Her mind is a tumbler you see. It pours off things that it can no longer keep. It is sometimes empty and it sometimes creaks. It can also stir salty with sweet, and keep it all together, all in one heap. And with so much in, some things like residual sink beneath. Mostly it’s drowsy, […]Read More Her Mind is a Tumbler!