for like ever

I was woken early by thunderstorms vibrating in my head, my own dreams quiet, content but crazy busy trying to keep people at bay. I lost sight of you; forgot your breath and the blue of your dark soft eyes. Finally alone, not lonely but by myself between the once lovely pink flowing Celestine dreams [...]

He is gone after we were together, friendly fiddle player with fast feet. ————————– In his pink dress behind enormous shadows and misty music a blood storm robes him in love. ————————– Sleeping, gorgeous white heavy and deliriously mean she screams a thousand ugly knives and sprays those who crush her. ————————– You are a [...]

He looked at me from across the room. He looked and held my eyes in his mouth for days until he got the nerve to talk to me. I touched his tattoo in progress swimming up his forearm. I kissed his lips ripe with turkish smoke and ashes. He wrapped his arms around my head [...]

That night, long ago, the confines of my soul opened to the warmth of his skin waking sadness from sleep and the purple hole in my heart filled with his words. he is like any other man I’ve loved – or did I ever? love them I mean. Eyes blue as the ocean is endless.
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moving mountains and speaking in tongues he decides how blood flows through my veins. Slowly and I Faint. My brain hungry for his Character dense like flourless chocolate. Quickly and waterfalls run to the edge of his Blue eyes. I drink like a camel without a hump. I need him there are certain people you [...]

Down the chimney I stare at his brown orange plaid chair worn out at the arms, he snored away any of its charms. I tread on a pin daring to awaken him from a liquid clear sleep, I won’t utter a peep…for fear he’ll land in that fuzzy other state, On some other planet. Far [...]

A reflection times four through waterfalls and windowpanes. You in a seersucker suit sitting on a blue bench with no teeth and a funny finger. The first kiss of a leaf touches the ground and laughs at You in a seersucker suit resting on a cloud with dreams of hours lost and wildflowers. ~ 1996

Nestled like nuts in winter at the corners of my mouth. warm swirls under my tongue deep like the black bottom of a pool in summer, waiting for me to spit on you. ~ 1997

A guy once kissed my toes and in between them, the maps of my feet telling him of my travels. My eyes closed to follow who I was and where I had been. At that moment, life was the road I walk and sex lived in my big toe. ~ 1997

Maybe I am a boy in a room outside looking like nothing other than master of arithmetic or a stupid fool. Maybe I am a boy under the table laughing in your face at the things I do to make you squirm. Maybe I am a boy at Niagra Falls sliding down my hips to [...]