I don't yet know what once opened and marked you forever,like kissing the glyphs of a lost languageso quietly trying to tell my lips something. The beautiful lines of a map,gliding across and inside your skin. Beyond that permanent border,my tongue trespasses lower, closer to stardust and rainbowswhile lapping at searing nectar,sweetness flowing from the nexusparted to be treasured and devoured. The blissful taste of desi...

It was long ago and when we were full of light and motion.  The movie's screen bathed us in its electronic glow although our bodies were mostly silhouettes.  My fingers were running through your colored hair, silky strands of dark gunmetal blue, and along your neck the pulse isa far away drumbeat that was always crying out for something more,something rapid and raw and alive. Maybe it's because the light could stream out...

Afterwards we seem to stray togethertowards some shapeless dream of beautiful echoes and vaporand the smallest details now seem to be more important than ever. Your silhouette in the alarm clock's glowshowing random freckles across your backlike marks made on a vague map,hair spilled to point to each territory. Those deep tangles unlocked,fragrant curtains smoothed by knowingfingers that have traced you inside and out,I c...

It's a dangerous borderline. We're riding some rapturous tide,I'd call it a featherweight bliss you'll always seal with a kiss,something I can only describewhen the moment blooms. Before we made it to your room,the city shimmered all around youas if trying to tell me somethingin its secretive codes of neonand strobes against your framebefore the first drops of rain fell. To expose all the body can ever knowbut never quite...

I can still feel silky depths clamping with a fierceness you only show when the body says that I belong herelong after disappearing into you. Warm hands cup my face and my head restsagainst your chest as you ask me whatI really hear and see beating within you. It's different this time. I've told you before that it's a storm,the beating of beautiful and darkbut distant and scared wings. But this is the first time I've seen...

Every breath stirs the world when it's over and I'm still inside youthe smallest breeze gentle and barely rippling across your exposed skin,life spilled into your trembling form. This is when we are so much more. If I'm the constant glow,the Northern Star over and over,you're the universe left anew after every collapse of beautifulviolent celestial rainbows paintingand forming in the endless black. You'll feel me again on...

The air was sweet and thickin a summer's night mistwhen her palm slipped into mineand softly squeezed just onceas if that meeting of flesh said "I already know."  Whatever transmuted betweenour own skins and electricityseemed to slip past me because I was still trying to use words. I thought they were the only wayto describe the way neon lightsflashed against her eyes at nightdriving past the city wherethe glows just fain...

There's an entire language here,it will enjoin us soon enough,it will separate us in time. I can almost touch the words from here,alien swirls and parallels that couldstream in and out and back througheach other in endless intricate swirls,reckless until we see a pattern emerge. And I soon felt the years weave through us,like beautiful tethers movingthe ether of before and after,how time wasn't something measuredeven thou...

Sometimes I want it to hurt. Something dark glimmered in your eyeswith moonlight washing over warm skin stillglistening from early fragrant rainfall,the sheen of a passed summer storm,tremulous hands began to reach outas if touching for the very first time. I could barely read you back then but the signs were alive all around me,the midnight air an invisible sweet mistthat almost seemed to hum with your need,with the most...

I went north to burn youas winter touched the landto light the pyre alone as you would've wanted,not as a woman or a soldier. But that which only death can tamehere where things no longer grow. And a part of my heart will forever harden here. And in all this dark and coldwhere banners refused to fly,the coming war was but a whisper then,we were still untouched by prophecy. I still remember fair skin and fiery hairsurround...

A lone finger slips inside as your tongue slowly swirls with mine and I immediately feel the slight vibration of your mouth against my mouth. And that seems to send a jolt through my senses.  The way you taste, the way the slight spray of perfume on your pulsing neckline is so light but also seems to travel to some place in me that struggles to find the words because it's light, but also flowery. It's the sudden blossomin...

You would do well to listen. Hear her stories and I don't just meanthe smallest details even though youshould commit them to memory,take note of the electricity in her eyes,beautiful hues we have no true spectrum for,the change in her cadence and volumewhen she wants your eyes locked with hers,there is a beautiful unspoken power in that stare. Hear her because she isn't just telling youabout the day at work or about her p...

I want to watch the world explodefrom deep within your core,to see and move like you do. And I wonder what you glass now,those orbs burning with need as my back meets cool night grassand the sudden jolt surges with your heat enveloping me. All I see is a curtain of wild hair and the silver needlepointsthat seem punctured into the skyand for a moment I think of how small we must seem compared to above,two writhing creature...

It's that one song we both loved,I played it to you the night we finally met face to face and I was probably too nervouswhen trying to explain what it meant. To me it was the hum of your car silently driving through some neon city,homesick for a place you've never been to,the longing for a touch when the nightsare just starting to leave us witha phantom chill caressing skin. One body calling out to anotherand even though...

There's blood with my name on it tonight,and I may never be coming back,it was always going to be ride or dieand I can't stop the coming tide.  You gave me something I can't name,something I don't know how to explain. But I made a made a few promisesand this is what I'll remember.... We drove here a long time ago,engine screaming along the blacktop,as wind tore through our clothesand you were almost rendered breathless,sh...