I love you with your colors, without your colors

I love you without your colorsI love you with your colorsblueyellow, like the sunlightunderneath the dust and the butterflieswhen you look at me the world shines in sheer brightnessthe feel of liquid over your lipsthat you wipe with your tonguecolors of pink and whitethat fizz over the ocean bluethat merge with the skies I love

Weak gut talks

Let me bein this solemn dreamwhere my hair spins free like the summer sunlightlet me danceundercovervoice belowdown underfight me hardspin me aroundturn me downloving loudhide me loverbreak the chainfight like me suckerheal the paintell it like soblabber it wholetake it in deepand rest is a gohide like me loverfeel the painhanging down riverwhere there’s no

Web crush

“What is reality… but just a fragment of a dream?” Like. “Roses are red Violets are blue Sugar is succulent And so are you.” Like. “F this world! F society! Alas, F life! Like. “Roses are blue Violets are blue The universe is blue My balls are blue.” Like. “Hi guys. I’m gonna be taking

Love from the streets

–Unknown street artist, New Orleans 02/27/2017

Ice storm

Your body, collide with me; Shattered zillion pieces of Sharp crystals… And smoking ice. Pulverized snow Scratched underneath fingernails Appeasing The core marbled lattice That’s numb and blazing Stinging, arid Never melting, Sticking and breaking. The weight of our solid embrace Heavy The gravity, uncompromisable. Raining sleet While the world freezes, Freezer burn Between our

Shivering nights

Shivering at night in the cold, dark chamber Sweating and suffocating Hallucinating; losing ground and the center within Lost and unable to be found; stuck in a limbo Needing sweet, sweet love And much understanding  

“Life is but a Dream” – Lewis Carroll

A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear Long has paled that sunny sky; Echoes fade and memories die; Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies