Cold Feb night

Cold February night, there’s nothing to do but to sit here by an empty downtown and smell the scent of China and amber. Ambrosia, amnesia. It’s all quiet on the hood ’till one drunk screams to the unknown and the train scathes on by. The chill is colder when there’s a couple walking together without

Why wear clothes when it’s hot outside?

Unlearning

This is the music that’s playing

I don’t know why, I just like you. Sitting on top, straddling you on the chair, sharing grapes. Caressing oil over your face. I can slowly get drunk off your warm, startling eyes there’s rush in your veins as I turn into a fragrant flower. This is music, we are so in tune with each

I dont know why, but can I?

I don’t know why you do the things that you do, but baby, can I kiss you? Can I put my arms around you and bury my nose on your neck. Gently brush your hair, look back at how amazing you are,  how sweet your lips taste, how delicate your breath–how fragile your spine; as