Eternity now! Remain with that feeling you are feeling, don’t give it a name See if you can instead just let this feeling be just see Was that a glimpse of eternity?

she buried ambition in the dirt in the cemetery not by the lilac bushes but with the bodies, a rotting corpus of potential and desire reeking of risk and rejection she asked me not to visit the cemetery which is how I knew what was…

6h Pencils VCS Hard etched lines Sketched cruelly by a clan of reckless hands Caring about each cut millimeter tearing through the fleshy layers of pressed pulp page and the work of art under the 6h pencils razor lead blades Threatening to tear the page…

upon my return to you I will ache for sustenance I will search it out like a bee to a flower coaxed by pollen magic dust to keep myself going to keep us all alive nourished as we slowly die

Your kiss like sweet sangria— slowly   loosing its red to my tongue.   lingers on my tongue.   my tongue wants more.

    Alone in the luminosity of its beginning clarity Poignant spirit hidden from within acknowledging Moving images of new morn serenity A reality worthy  living lodging   Solace of encounter engraving A returnee of ages serenading New possibility never aggravating New movement song sings…

Waiting for you to hit me feels like an eternity.   I know it’s going to happen, I just never know when.   I long for the type of eternity where my heartbeat is replaced by stardust.

Earth— your tongue— flowers bloom   Fire— your body— engulfs me   Water— your kisses— quench my thirst   Wind— your touch— makes me feel

I can stare down the most ferocious of beasts. Ripping splinters from my hand is as painful as swatting away a fly. Why is it then that when a woman glances in my direction, My knees become so weak? Is it out of love? A…

The string we shared was a thin one, little steel cable, shimmering in the glow of bliss, and even as our days grow dark, I can feel the string pulling me out, pulling me in, though you’re 2000 miles away, I can’t help myself, I’m…