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...

I still yearnfor that human touchA deeper connectionwith another lost soul The one to warm methrough those cold wintry nightsTo wipe away my tearsof this endless waterfall To place their handupon my beating heartTo caress these lipslonging to be kissed To take away these fearsof loneliness that grip meTo comfort me those daysof feelings of self shame I long for a loving touchupon this broken soulScars hidden beneaththis d...

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...

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...