Tvn Stories

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...

It's no wonder that the bowis almost shaped as a heart,or a pair of lips so tautfrom the ache in anticipation.This should be obvious by now,our skin animated from contact,a silent contract that survivespast what bodies remember.I'll touch you and that livesin a moment I can't fully grasp,I can only recount certain frames.You'll pour through the words, touching each one as if they're flesh,searching more for what isn't sai...

The dark language our bodies have learnedmay not survive beyond this night,this whirlwind of feral flesh, maybe that is the way we need it. You will ask if we are morethan a body ceaselessly penetrated,more than lustful vessels writhing.This is where the very soul is pierced,the vague entity that tells us this is some connective tissue that we are not meant to understand.We are lucky to toucheven for a little while.I only...

I'll remember you the way I want,links in a perfect looping chain....The nights are beginning to cooland even though our blood is hot,still tapering with prolonged summer,the wind races across our skin nowand hints at the seasons to come.The clear fall nights when the car roarsthrough the city and the dark hills,only guided by headlights and silverbeams of an unobscured moon.Your hand will slip into mine,an ebbing pulse l...

Something not anchored in love drifted far beyond our reach, exempt from our careful touch, I'll be able to understand you one day. I'm still here in this dark room, broken by such little things, a stray strand of auburn hair, the most brief hint of perfume.Forever here on a late November evening when you suddenly opened up to meand became a lock at the same time, bare warm thighs straddling over me, hands cupping my face...

You're still the reason I wait for winter, why I drive through the dark valley alone, our city merely a distant afterglow, a beautiful and dangerous element rippling through the heart. Perhaps too familiar to hold on to anymore, maybe there's too much painto still carry this torch. I'm still cocooned in our heat, where your body no longer moved of its own accord, opening in a harmony neither of us will understand. A storm...