whatever that was

seeing much less. no rosey hue to hinder my sight

Tables Turn So Strangely: Indifference and Ennui

I can see
myself wandering 
into the looming thicket 
of indifference and ennui 
and my mind pounds pavement 
to catch up to you
but I can’t and I can’t can stand it?
What a relief to
finally catch my breath,
stroll at a leisurely pace,
and for once,
not give a fuck
about how far ahead
you are of me.
It feels sooooo
good to stop caring!

anti-thesis

It is paradoxical, I
suppose, that I like his
hands closed around my
throat, even as he waits
for my breath inside of his,
that I want to be crushed
by his hips, even while treading 
carefully down his spine .
Hopefully, you’ll hold that
against me the next time
you have me pressed up
against the wall,
my ponytail wrapped around
your hand like a friendship
bracelet.

Calling Captain Celestial-Joyride

She’s floating in space, like a synthetic snowflake — shaken from the bottom of a snow globe, and suspended in the water. Except the boundaries of her snow globe are infinite. She could just drift, for as far and as long as eternity — until she finally collided with some cosmic body, or junk. 

The problem is that she’s not moving, there’s nothing to propel her forward; an object at rest will remain at rest, it maintains the current velocity… and in her case, this is nil. She’s the rest stop, on the highway of the space-time continuum. All those multiple worlds out there, the myriad of alternative dimensions, and here she was stranded — because she decided it would be funny to unstrap her jet pack. She never claimed to be a clever cosmonaut, but she didn’t really expect to be a universal idiot.

It’s all rather embarrassing, she murmurs in an alien tongue. If you could see her face under that helmet, you’d know that her cheeks are as red as the surface of Mars.

It doesn't matter if I come over late at night

Because I love the night
And when it's late
The planes stop running,
So as we lay in bed
When you fall asleep first
(Signaled by the cutest twitches),
Your body molded to mine,
Keeping me warm,
Window cracked for fresh air:
My mind goes quiet and
The only sounds are
The soft, rhythmical breaths
At the nape of my neck
And relaxing lull of the ocean
To put me to sleep and
Deliver a morning where
I still feel at rest.

as simple as..

Kiss me
Flawlessly
No lies to taint our lips
Broken promises need not exist
Let this touch be simple
Almost real
As true as words can feel
Lingering softly above broken hearts
As if intended to mend mine
Gently excavating inner damage
Ridding mind and body
Clarifying reality
As if love could almost subsist

Child Of The Rain

Child of the rain,
With rolling droplet eyes
And a mere splatter dress,
You do not realize
The countless lives you bless.