Ur my <3

Soaked in a bath of European pine darling dear, you taste like Napa Valley wine. Forgive my stubborn palette, I have a taste for sweetness. It’s you my pink buds long for can’t you tell that you’re my weakness? A medicine in human form No pill or smoke I adorn more than the syrup that…

No Feels

Feel no way.. Feel no way.. Lately I’m only painting grey. A washed out hue, of baby blue, A drunken shade of pink. Two dozen roses in the garden And they aren’t even red. The hell with the color of a flower, the petals still end up on your bed. I’m filling myself with a…

For the Love of Aggression

5/21/17 16:23 Chicago, IL, USA Have you ever wondered why humans know the differences between right and wrong, instilling love and compassion towards one another for thousands of years, yet still enjoy the gamey taste of violence and the scent of aggressive behavior? I for one can find myself trapped in this fascinating life dilemma….

Liquid Gold Love

4/19/17 Liquid gold love, Poured from her ruby-beet heart. Net worth more than Bill Gates, Money’s whatever, She’d rather make art. Swimming through cement layered streets, She’s a shark in the city. Daily grind on her mind, Chair of the No Fucks Given Committee. Swipe left, swipe left, till there’s no one left. She has…

Cold

Cold. Cold is the night when she holds your tender hands, kissing them with frosted tips. Cold. Cold is her heart, a marmalade of crystal ice. She sheds her cape of snow onto your shoulders, and it melted from your vice. Cold. Cold is the breath which vapors from your face. It benevolently led you…

Andromeda and Milky Way

He is the Universe My lips mouthed, As I traced the constellations of freckles on his back with my fingers; Kissing the stars and moons orbiting his heart. I watched him flutter his eyes closed, Two chartreuse wreath nebulae, As the last bit of sunlight kissed the Earth goodnight. I gazed at him falling asleep,…

The Visit

3.25.16 The city cold grasps onto the sunbeams of your exotic skin. clenching onto your teeth, tugging at the hair rooted in your mocha arms. a forced encounter with the parting season; I substitute for the coat your forgot to bring. You rest your head on the hills of my chest as I coo you…

Unexpected

04.08.16 Your lilac chest perfume departs when the sun sinks into a helpless slumber. Lavender scented sex after midnight. The moon emerges from its shadow cast Milky Earl grey traces stain the sky. Your shirt is soiled in notes of sea salt and verde crumble. As you wake your sleeping eyes, I kiss the last…

Nostalgia

02.16.16 Remember the grass? The way it would brush by your hair and look like you have key lime pie highlights. The lemon zest on your head was my decadence. You always smelled so nice. I remember the mint colored kisses the rain would place on your forehead in the summer. Twenty plucks of tulips…

A Fabric Hurricane

02.09.16 Drowned in waves of cotton, I rest my body. Shut eyes, two sealed oysters. A branch of sargassum, torn out by the shore. Swallowing wrinkles of bathypelagic decadence. Yet the mind remains adrift; floating on a raft amidst the silky currents of the mattress, that is the sea bed. Sleepless is the night, a…

Beautiful idiot

01.07.16 21:45 You. You’re beautiful. So goddamn beautiful. A blooming hibiscus in the sun. Shut up. Let no diction escape your lips. I’m tired of cleaning my bleeding ears. Clogged from the blasphemy that is your voice; I am deaf. You’ve infinitely ruined the sound of beauty. Now I must listen with my eyes and…

Honeymelon

She was a honey melon, raising from the earth; ripening as the timid sun kindly allowed her to sweeten. Thomas Sailot; oil on canvas