rhythmone

Winter caved in my broken lips and chilled them stiller than a lake at midnight when the stars wink out one by one to leave me pale and gaunt, broken blue against the shore. Lips that needed life and warmth drew ragged, begging breaths and steamed as soon as yours broke through the frosted crust and poured words down my cheeks Lips flew like moths from cheek to cheek and like gypsies roved and sang as they moved together and declared I love you

I love you. I love you too. I love -.-- --- ..- Come again? I didn't quite catch that last bit. I said I love -.-- --- ..- Love who? I'm sorry, I thought I meant something to you. The nights we spent together feeling each others' souls with the tips of our tongues probing deeper until we gagged a little but found we liked the intimacy of it. But I said I .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- And now it's all about you, but… we used to want the same things, searching in the dark with trembling hands scratching each other's skin with untrimmed nails slipping through sheets upon sweat-stained sheets for the perfect position t

Dive Deeper I've never gone swimming in eyes like yours. I tried to test the waters with one foot but I slipped. I dropped a piece of myself and watched it sink, the light from my eyes chasing the shadows of yours. That sliver of my soul drifted to depths I couldn't fathom until I took a deeper breath. I sent my heart last, as a casual explorer. I only meant for it to look, not touch, see not feel, like but not love. It swam with purpose through your powder blue eyes, flitted along with their midnight speckles. Suddenly, my heart would not come back to me when I asked it to. No matter how I begged, it stayed floating and twisting in the

Spring came early, arching his back sensually with the tension of transformation. His amorous seduction was wasted, my satisfaction destroyed by the knowledge that he is unable to last. He roars and pants in my ear, a sudden burst of wind in what should still be still. The heat he emits should be more subtle, Spring is desperate to impress. Spring cannot control himself.

       The smell of green beans smothered in salty pork fat still oozed from the adjacent kitchen. I glowed with the warmth of an afternoon lunch with my grandma, mom, dad, and Papa Tim. To all the world, there were five of us communing in the homely living room. To a little girl of four, there was only one giant of a man. His presence was expansive enough to smother the constant odor of cigarette smoke that permeated the couch I leaned against and wafted from the scratchy wool rug that was my playpen. I despised the musky bitterness that constantly surrounded Papa Tim, but when he spoke to me in husky, guarded tones I was completely entrance

Evening had sunk firmly into its role as peacekeeper Lulling raging minds and pulsing hearts into warm surrender The stillness of darkness had settled into every crevice, every surface's edge defined by a sliver of moonlight and the curve of your back softened by her gentle gaze. I moved in dreamy discontent towards your warmth, pressing my lips to the back of your neck in an attempt to prevent myself from speaking and shattering the stillness in which we were suspended, bathed in the silvery light of her watchful glow. My hands traced dancing paths between your freckles splayed across your shoulders like stars in the night sky,