he won't say it, but I know he wants to. you can see it when we're kissing. or breathing. making the kind of eye contact only...
Showing posts with label Kissing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kissing. Show all posts
I see you
I have this month's exhaust accumulating behind my eyelids, a compilation of non-responses, excuses he planted like common roses, a...
"nothing gold can stay" (frost, 1923)
He keeps his fingers close to backspace keys, ready and willing to deplete and delete as necessary. He keeps his fingers close to bac...
the flames
you do not deserve these words. you are not worth my writings. you are not worth the knuckle cracks and ever-moving arthritis, th...
unplugged soul
I showed him my blog if he promised never to speak of it again. He said, "I'll never say a word about it. Promise." ...
spring
Remember when we built walls? Out of brick and wire and metal and glass. We built walls around our trees and our toys to keep the...
valentine's day 2.0
Pink, like the blanket under my pillow. The cream cheese frosting he would twirl on the white-wood table, 1999, baby hands and bad aim....
for girls with quiet lovers
you are his remote. his change-the-channel device, eating batteries to stay alive. you call yourself his right hand, but he misto...
favoritest
you are my favorite smell. you're the trees in Vermont and the sound lightbulbs make when they go out. you're the tan journal o...
fear
if you are afraid of sharks then I'll walk you to the water. if you fear friday nights then I'll do saturday mornings. ...
we.
they gave me a scholarship but not because I count my kisses in order. i got a perfect score on my english ACT but that stopped matter...
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