Poetry: Tell Me "Love"

Tell Me "Love"
You'll wake up and speak a word that will whistle like the wind till it reaches the ears of the next person, the person next to you, and bounces off, an echoing of sound that will settle down and sluice through the canal till it hits nerves like lightning, shocking the system to the point that what was a whisper sounds like a peal of thunder. She'll roll over, all fire. Starting in her breasts, the fire will leap to her eyes and set them ablaze. She will rise above you, straddling you as if she were pinning you down, her hair obscuring her face like mists covering mountains, not to hide the majesty but to pronounce it, to increase the allure. Beauty in the tangle. The only beauty. "Are you saying you love me?" she'll question playfully, precociously. "I wasn't saying otherwise," you'll answer with a smile. And the fire in her eyes will spread to her lips, which, feeling the need for company, will stretch to meet yours in a kiss to set desire a-burning.

Poetry: In All Sweetness

In All Sweetness, With All Love
You're a beautiful girl...
Don't let that get to you.

Art - Giving Up the Ghost

Song: Sketch 138

Sketch 134
I used to think you knew everything.
Not everything but enough to fool me.
How do you live with yourself?
I'm starting to see how you don't.
My breath fills your lungs.
My blood pumps your heart.
And your words convince me
the stealing of these things is love.
But it's not.
There's no trust in this love,
only a fuck,
and I'm starting to give less of that.

Darling, didn't you notice
I am always there for you?
But there is not here (with you).
Don't you ever feel safe here?
No, that's a statement:
Don't you ever feel safe here!

Poetry: Necessity

Necessity
I went to sleep and dreamt
you and I were happy again.
...
I need to stop dreaming.