I'm here Sit up,I'm here5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rainbows and MetaphorsRainbows and Metaphors5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Drips to the
Fluttering into the
That falls on the
teach mei taught my tongue to speakteach me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to speak the words i so feared to speak.
i taught my mouth to open so the words could come out right. but they fumbled as they rolled out of my mouth. i taught my heart to slow down, so to not give away my nerves that raced as you heard what i was saying. i taught my arms not to shake as i saw your reaction. i taught my legs not to run as you stared at me. the minutes felt like hours when you stared at me. i forgot how to slow my heart, as it raced past a speed i couldn't comprehend that i figured you could hear it. my arms began to shake as you approached me slowly oh how i wanted my legs to run like the wind against a speeding train. how i wish i was that speeding train. you arms wrapped around mine, i didn't know how to react, i forgot to teach them that. your mouth pressed against mine, i forgot to teach them that too. your tongue decided to dance in mine, but i didn't know the beat, you looked into me eyes and whispered.
i love you too.
Sunday MorningSilence,Sunday Morning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is the wind tapping his nearby window.
I feel the rustle of the sheets,
warm body heat dancing on my thighs.
The alarm won't sound for another hour.
late starts are our sunday ritual.
Roll back over,
enveloped in your scent.
Would be my favourite moment,
if not for the ones made before we fell asleep.
we don't need to speak in raspy morning tones.
skin to skin never felt so routine.
If pillows could talk,
I know they'd say the dirtiest things.
Love is this and this is love.
Late starts are our sunday ritual.