I went there years later whereyou whispered for us to meet. Wind quietly caressed the valleyand a faint sweetness hoveredas its own temporary ghostof lavender and iris and skin. And I already remembered the way my arms laced tightly around your waist,starlight gracing the young withits knowing incandescence like lightstill dancing and throbbing along edges of an extinguished constellation. And how you would make me never...

Your skin will forever contain winter. Please forgive me for what I've done. I will always see you covered in snow,beyond my knowing touch but moonlightstill caresses your entirety and illuminateswhere I am no longer able to reach. Just remember that I knew warmth once,that your embrace ignited some deep core,I suspect it's where stars collapse and form,where rainbows burst and where fire towers. Such a raw element needs...

I can still feel you there. Dancing to a different history,music floating in from another time,worlds away from that violent road,that was always love to me. Just remember it was only a little deaththat would seize your bare thighs,the kind that we all survive but are left forever changed fromwhere wheels move to bring usface to face again as strangers. Perhaps ready to love one another the right wayuntil I finally see ho...

You cultivated me to perfectionbut the only sin was that you sought something with no true agency,for my own good, of course,it wasn't entirely your fault,to graze against the almost violentelectric thrill of pure youth. I understood this ache to be needed. I was dressed in white when we met,dark eyes glittering when I told youI was once a dancer but the music one day fled from my bones,it scarred me where no one can see....

You knelt by the bed when it was all over,body perched as if near an altarwhen your lips meet my templeand said to not feel guilty. This was only for you and me,the way flesh scorched so truly. And I wanted that kiss to leave a mark,not to prove that I was branded,it was more like I needed proof that you had loved me. I had more than enough, though. You sensed something hours ago,I was little more than hard flesh tremblin...

Beneath the deep lashingwhen a sweet pain bloomsthrough your aching nerves,I wonder if I'm still there.  I can still feel you,it's in the blood,in the heart. The sharp intake of breathwhen you cannot utter a name,when you're reduced to whimperand shivering naked flesh. There can be no words in that momentwhen your nerves signal a painful floodthat has learned to become a blissful tide,I'm still whispering in the undertowA...

I can't forget the way you cupped my face in the dark and I did the same to know the sensation. Even in that dark, a barely noticeable tinge of moonlight reached through the curtains to vaguely illuminate your face. I could make out your silhouette and it looked almost like the shape of a teardrop, of a pilot flame.  I think about how the grooves in our fingerprints are already reading each other through touch, memorizing...

I can taste so much in your skin, the faint sweetness in the dusk wind,the tears you've shed in secret,a memory of soft earth and honeysuckleand your natural mysterious nectar. The fleshy pearl beckoning,already swollen with anticipationjust from the heat of an exhaled breath,nerves forever tuned to my quiet proximity. You had to have known thenhow much I wanted you. Such feral warmth answerswith a glistening slit parting...

We're on a dim rooftop at a high point in the city. Far below, the lights and signs glow in the distance like tiny needlepoints and vague neon rainbows. We're alone now, slipping away from a party. Everyone else either went to the street or balconies. I choose this out of impulse against my often calculated nature.  The wind is cold and steady. I brush strands of auburn tinged hair from your face and you giggle, both beca...

You wanted the words to haunt you,to give you something to hold on to,but I say it all in secrets,our own codes in the skin becausethe most careful intricacies betweenlovers often remain unseen In the damp dark long after this course of fire has ran,has left us to smolder,it has to mark beneaththe flesh to mean something. So you could still hold on to me whilethe grips of another's fever pushes inside,answers and ravages...

Winter has a different meaning for us,it reaches and enfolds you and Ilike some whisper between loversmaking our covenants in the dark,unafraid of what may pierce the heart. You remember how to open after a whileand I've known you in all seasons,spring rain on fingertips when you first touched my cheek softly as if I'd somehow break. Summer heat searing poreswhen our lips first metin the city and I was alreadylost in the...

It wasn't a sin to love you,only when I tried to let go. Didn't listen to the passagessaying we burn from lust and these fleeting fires don't make a difference in the end. Can't take the flame with youafter we say goodbye here. I'll still forever carry with me the rush in one cold dark night,the hush of your body openingto enfold me in human warmth,into a clenching core where I would never be the same again. We didn't hav...

It is not the cry of a cold windor raw light beginning to bloom,reaching to touch your bodywhere the imperceptible hasfound a way to speak through flesh. To speak beyond a hand craving and forever reaching into the ether. It is a sound more unmistakeable,what I imagine is the musicof a soul being made and unmadeonly to be tethered together again. And it seems to begin as allquiet intimacies between two do,it briefly illum...

I hear her like a whisperthrough the falling rain,her name is the storm,the scream inside everycrack of deafening thunder. And I got cold steel in my hand,a list of names carved to the bone,and my baby still speaks to mebefore the pull of a heavy trigger. No bullet can bring you back to me,you're hunting nothing but ghostsin endless rivers and dark valleysand what hurts the most is that no bloody vengeance can set you fre...

Sometimes I'll know her facebetter than my own. The gleam in her eyes against streetlamps,starlight striking her dark wavy hairlike the oceans I speed by at nightalready telling me the lifetime of wantsswimming and screaming through the blood. And even though we live by our reputations,skins rippling with needs beneath the armor,I still glassed who she really waseven if she only gave me a moment to see,it's too kinetic to...