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…

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…

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…