i eschew the heights for their beautybirds and stars can keep their masteryi have no urge to challenge their reign,these tailwinds only serve one purp..
her palm trembledextendedemptyeach line markingthe places she hadremaining(there's a holein this bucketdear lizabut she's forgottenhow to fix it)if yo..
quench the dawn with fevered lipsvanquishing those terrors of nightthat dared seep along the edges of your bedframeghostly fingers teasing your psyche..
when the worldburbles in, chaotically,i close my shuttersdrape these soft eyelidsover mystrainedwindows,then sink into pillowed quiet..dreaming of roc..
can't you tastemy ache?it fills my mindwith palpable wantand stains my visionwith passionred huesi want to lickthe salacious imagesdisplayed graphical..
she trembled her fingersthrough thoughtlessly tumbled hairlistening to the final shrieksof a humanity long past being humanea silver limned teartraced..
when words faili stretch my fingers outto clasp them closeto spread their comfortacross my pale skinacross the blue eyed flash you gave meeyes closean..
ohlet me touch youwith love wrinkled fingers of'aching quoteslet me stroke thetwirls of modifiers,hidden sneakily,amongstyour curlsallow me entry to y..