i am hungrylovesick and achingi quiver for the intimation of your touchi satisfy myselfwith soft caresseswith your hand upon my hip at nightbut what i..
i want to write the words of lovebut my fingers falter at the keysyet when i pick uppenand book- the ones i always useto formulate my thinking -clumsy..
sharp lightdelineates the worldwarms the fleshcolours my viewwhile freckling over my too pale skin(even after an over-healthy slather of SPF)i sit on ..
where does desire gowhen it has fled?does it linger in the curlof a kiss never given?or does it dissipatelike the mist on your skincreated by a lover'..
today i rose, to pull apart my petalscataloguing the colour changefrom blues to greens, soft pale pinks to a gentle dove greynoting each frayed edgeea..
thoughts compressbeading up and sliding awaylike the rain dolloping down my umbrellaas my bubble world constrictspopulated solelyby the rain overheadb..
when silence speaksit moves like an inset wind,trails along the pathways of my heartto offer a slimfingered handinviting me to step inside,inhabit its..