I want to delicately peel the layers off you, articulately focusing on each one as I go. Literally, your clothes. Metaphorically, your mind. Each layer taking with it a parallel of inhibition. I want to seduce your skin and inhale your scent, layer by layer, breath by breath. I will sculpt the outline of your mouth under the tips of my fingers and mold my body methodically against yours. I will undress your desire and expose those out of the way, rarely visited spots. I will elicit responses ... read more

You are still here inside me, although you have gone. Water spills on me and it is virtually impossible to not remember your outline in the candlelight. I am cleansed and yet I still taste you on my lips and smell you on my hands. You have been inhaled into my lungs and your scent lingers there. Vaporous and ethereal there are traces of you that are not tangible but I feel them nonetheless. Your hands have left a ghostly imprint on me, both in my mind and on my skin. I feel them still, caress... read more

It found me. An imperfect heart in the dirt, a rock-hard symbol of love. They have found me before, winking, waiting for my assessment of acceptability. They are different shapes and sizes, somehow reflective of the snowflake-uniqueness of every real heart I’ve encountered. But usually I am looking for them; today I was not. I looked down, not seeing, wrapped up in the tangled intricacy of the moment. A moment of trying to bridge so many distances, of trying to mend a complicated cloth to whi... read more