I see your name and face in everything, diagrams, architecture, uncharted oceans, candlelit shapes and the mysterious ionosphere, recesses that only dim in your absence. Where latitude and longitude split, where you once noted these fevers, no heat has yet to escape, no animal has been sated. Some unnameable foretelling begins to strain through your every peak, glistens the folds of a secret valley in the same way I shive...

As the year turns overand some things are put to rest, I made a list just for you. You always did love the things that were just ours to hold,beautiful vignettes that lit your eyes, dark scenes that clipped your heart. I'd list last new year's eve, your finger hushing my lip before saying what can't ever be taken back. "Let's keep this simple and just enjoy this lovely arrangement."I never remained simple in your warm pro...

Our bare skins nuzzle closer, narrowing the quiet universe, this dark and warm bedroom, expanding the echo of heartbeats, little vibrations that seem to hum softly to together. Flesh always grazes heat, blood surges in its invisible tides, its flowing, fluid sonata, the place we gradually wove to meet together in safety. Nothing is veiled here, though. Immersed in your depths, the hidden crescendos found, the notes that u...

Mark the horizon with your light, a glowing note I can always read and keep with me. Because when I look at stars, I never see the math or the science explaining them, much like your cheek pressed close to mine as we danceaway the night beneath this clear and vast sky. I don't need explanationsfor what is beautiful. Glow for me alone, because even if we part We'll never have to say goodbye. Mark the horizon with your ligh...

By the morning, your image will be everywhere, smiling in the pixel of every screen, traced into all tangible fibers that my curious hands brush along. I see flashes in your iris, memorandums to hold so I won't forget the longing that begins like candlelight, a faint glow to warm our pores before true fire licks flesh. And the way your lips reached for and so sweetly tangled with hers like tiny fluttering wings that only...

I hear the neighbors fucking, television blaring in an attempt to muffle the whack of flesh against flesh,the naughty sweet nothings whispered and cried out. It's foolish to make assumptions. For all I know, it's the most tender act the two have, the only thing that they truly share, Making love to forget the icy December air, the broken furnace, cracks in the old wallsthat winter seeps through. Making love and the only w...

I feel you through any division, oceans, cities, secret tracts and tunnels, cables that bind an entire planetary canvas. Your heartbeat plucks at them, sings to my bones with a language made of vibrations, of subtle codes that gradually race beneath flesh. Each chord struck tells me that something stronger than distance or time is at work to bring two halves closer to being whole. We'll finally come to life. Our hands bri...

Through a coupling in which we opened like strange flowers, the moments after are pure, even fragile. Something that almost betrays the seemingly ceaseless frenzy from before. It's only love, this new stillness, this cloudburst of things too swollen to remain contained. To breathe you in, a pheromone hazeguided by impulse's velocity, that same attraction becomes nearly motionless bodies now. Beneath our visible architectu...

I become uncoiled near you,even though your arms snared me,legs seized around my waist as we tumble on the sheets,there is almost a need for composure. If I let go now and you become the fuel for every need, every intimate sweet embrace and dark visceral need, there's no turning back for either one of us. Hands steal through clothes with feverish speed to find skin as your tongue invades my mouth, there are no whispers of...

In one version of the story,this was the night I lost you,where nothing about my heartcould surge through you anymore,registering only as a stranger's gaze.Your final touch was like a stone,cold screaming throughout mefrom the contact of one fingertip,it's why I only knew how to pull away from every embrace after.The wind howls as headlightsvanish down the driveway, down the road that you'll never be able to navigate agai...

Paint your shadows with me now, the dark that slips through and sleeps embedded within, turn the pitch of that lustful cry to match the sound of my name. I won't dance around the subject, an animal in me tenses when you near, you can feel it crackling through the air, the small spaces between us, every particle charged and tingling. One touch could set us off but could never be enough to satisfy this hunger, it has to be...

I was searching inside you, trying to quell your rage,we cannot take these fevers back,even though your naked skin canso easily pull away from mine,something inseparable mergedAnd surged within that first touch, all else becomes listless without your presence relentlessly consuming. Nights alone grow far too uneasy and become radio silence surrounding, ghost static between stations I've always longed to find, signals I wo...

Someone asked me to tellthe rest of this story,I can only give away the segments that remain.Some were scribbled overtoo many times with bleeding ink,some may have been burnedwithout me one autumn evening.I know that some of them flew offinto the night as I drove away,away to my small apartmentwhile you stayed in the same house, hidden among the valley and pines.You're the reason why I feeleverything more in the winter,I'...

You once noted that there arehints of a dark side gleaming in me, that there is love in each touch, but they are choreographed with caution. As if restraint must battle instinct, keeping something so quietly caged. And I see the gleam in your eyes, skillfully coaxing out what you think is dormant and hungry within. My dark side has nothing to do with the metallic click of cuffs tightening around wrists, nothing to do with...

Love is a word that defies definition.It is more beautiful than even the most vivid imaginationcan envision,it is spontaneous, combustible andmessy, very messy. Love is not limited by an elementary arrangementof four simple letters.The limitations only arise from our ability to feelthe billions of elementsthat combine together to become one.The definition wouldhave to include breathywhispers of longing,adorable and unique...