We're riding to death tonight, brother,drop two in the sawed-off andpunch that gas through the city,I need the neon night to splashagainst the car with wind tearingthrough our hair, through our clothes. Because we've got blood on our hands,knives still pushing through our backs. But a song carries me to her tonight,she doesn't know I'll be saying goodbye. And as we tear through the streets, time can't be on our side anymo...

I can always read your skin... But I want you to first be a whispersoothing us in the deep dark night,I want the closing proximity to acheuntil your body begins to scream. Until that slow heat rises and you rememberthe embers which continuously smolderin the absence of my touch,the constant note of desire threading through all that you are. It becomes a harbinger of flesh crying out. And nothing is holding me back,you kno...

I remember talking about your collection of rocks,the names all beautifully foreign to me,amethyst, citrien, lazurite, tourmaline.... I remembered your reason for seeking them,how their glittering innards were proof that nothing is ever really an accident,you said touching them connected you to something,that they were like the Earth's secrets in your hand. The sun had already gone down and fireflies were beginning to swi...

As we drove away from the movie theater, your hand slipped into mine. So comfortable, so frighteningly familiar. You mention where you want to go and squeeze my hand. I navigate our city and where I used to only see geometric miscellany, something about your warmth changes everything. Every block, apartment complex, business, and stretch of industry is vibrant on that night. Angles, hues, and shapes I've never seen until...

I've never left this place Your mouth silently sealing,clasping like a hot wet ringover a column of needy fleshhelplessly surging towards oblivion. My name is a muffled moan,but the world is roaringat this animalistic edge where you want to taste my soul. And as your tongue dances inside,a signature swirled on a throbbing root,urging to relent and let the explosion come,an entire being seizes and fills you.... I know I've...

You don't need to say it all yet,tell me what you find there now. When I sharply inhale your name,fold it deep into the lungs,the heart's unique signature,until the letters are a chantgrowing far beyond itself. With skin as soft as moonlight, bones beneath rearranging,rising along the smooth iliac crest, pulse singing against the clavicles.  Tell me what it means now.  To be kindled with a lone touch,before this tongue tr...

I know it will pass by soon enough. A part of me leaves with you now,an illumination that even my lovewill never quite know the fleeing of,some glows never get to return. Even when ravaged by a familiar continual fury,your voice knew exactly what softness I needed,it once pained me to not understand this,how a stranger could touch and soothewhere lips and warm skin cannot. A part of me leaves with you now,a voice I cannot...

The night belongs to you,its spectral glows upon your framereminds me that there are pieces,fragments of you with me thatI won't be able to give back. Such pain once made us dangerous. It's become something much morethat will bind us together. And I'm always waiting for your touch to take me out of the dark,that's when you'll tell me everything. But I don't want the mysteryof such sweetness to be revealed. Not yet. And I...

After we are a tangle of limbs braided,our heat encased within blanketsand our still, feverish forms,I try to listen to the endless beautiful code that your heart makes. You're always trying to tell me somethingwhenever we're not using words. This live wire between us speaks. I hear you more in the reverb,breathe you between the beats,no matter how my fingertips touch. No matter what notes we'll hum. We'll hear and know m...

You wore the moonlight like a secret,a closely guarded confession to bloom against your skin. I was too afraid to touch then,already not knowing how to let gobefore this dangerous rubicon of contact where our hands meet. Even then, I was alreadyclinging too jealously. But you were interested in little thingsthat I have trouble rememberingthat would in time become everything. I should remember the way you traced and kissed...

The song flowed through meas I once moved through you,deeper than any known note,without pride or question. It sang of something so distant,a bond I wanted to touch or torch,maybe I was just jealous,craving a tie so sacred. Maybe it just proves thatmy heart is too voyeuristic. I can almost feel it with my fingertips,on the precipice of what I have lost. I can almost sing in a note that reaches youdeeper than any song your...

I felt much younger then,bodies so light with love that we couldalmost be torn apart by a violent wind,leaves battered in December night rain. I listened too closely to a heart pounding against my vulnerable skinto a song that has flown. An engine I can't understand,a longing to dance unrestrained breathes beneath all that you say. I felt so much older then. I was pressed too closely. Perhaps I wasn't listening closely en...

We did it all for love....After winter's first breath exhaleslike the softest phantom pain,something brought you back to medown in the valley where no oneremembers what we have lost,no one remembers our names in slow motion corteges of bodiesand endless shimmering lights.I may have taken it well enoughafter the last time you left,it was better to not rememberhow you looked in the delicate lamplight.The safe harbor of my s...

Desire is the one true language that my ravenous tongue speaks upon your bare skin with...Breathes in the scent, your need perfuming us, my tongue silent, yet circling and speaking.Circling swollen nipples slowly, a soft moan as my mouth envelopes one, the vibration straight to your quickening heartbeat.I perceive the presence beyond the carnal contact….I sense the soul sparkling, melting like lava on my goosebump covered...

You touch me and it's like a memorythat I have yet to make,a nostalgia I should not yet know.There was a word for this,something that encapsulated an entire history that may beimpossible to write about.I can feel it before your hand withdraws,the stone that my heart will become,the ache to be enveloped in your heatif only for another moment,even if we both know that's not enough.I can hold on to the few days that you were...