Tag: Passion

No Dreaming Required

She said we never reach the river we dream of. Never. Yet, she’s there, roasting marshmallows, gutting fish, keeping dry inside a tent. Perhaps, she’s forgotten how a wild river feels along the soles of her feet. Its cold water, during the hottest days,…

Falling In

Falling Initial warmth travelled Between our new bodies A prelude to a spark Igniting a wick Softening the wax, now Circulating as reddened lava Through my body. We have lit a flicker The pilot light of us In Your voice is a fire And…

Gut Feeling

Passion hits me Hard, deep for keeps On the side Of my emotions All I can do is check for bruises

We Are Struck

Time is involved with our embraces As if the length of holding one another Measures the weight of our affection The tightness of our hugs produces passions– Passions filled with a gravity of attraction Not just of Earth and moon, but a solar system…

Waking Is Ours

I have entered So many nights With you Entrusted my sleep To your closed eyes Accepted your heat Under shared blankets Buried my head In the pillows of your absence Your scent is mine Waking is ours

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Distant Trees Know No Names

  The look feels the distance, travelling Upon waves of heat, blurring perception Future weeks are lost in the haze I am the lost street, blocks scrape my skin And cannot be disconnected, unplugged   I am only electricity, a time excuse For the…

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