finding a place in the sun

the warm lull
of your
verse
breathed into
the curve of
my neck,
radiant heat
from your
spoken tongue
traveling
down
my spine,
toe curling
flames
between
my legs
as you
reach down
touch me
for the first time.

running after the red

my favorite part of the sunset
that place
where red becomes orange;

and i'm standing outside, chasing rainbows...

what i really meant to say was...

extemporaneous peregrination

the feel of your hand
in the small of my back;
the way it moves me
when it moves me
while you're moving me
the way you do, moves me,
closer to you.

promise me...

that you will never promise me anything.

the quiet things that no one ever knows

i'm burning like a bridge for your body.

(brand new)