Quiet flutterance
Voices utterance
Between our presence
By happenstance, my mind
Palpitations cadence
Pulsations consilience
Beyond your grasp
By blast, my energy
Chaos begets time.
(July 12, 2010)
I love the taste of your lips
To feel them pressed against mine
Your heat beneath my hands
Sweat slick, riding the waves
I love the feel of your pulse
I feel safe in your arms
And can take control of the world
(July 21st, 2009)
Twisting hips
Divine retribution on your lips
Protrusion, imminence
Your chest heated and tense
Consume a breath, so immense
Writhing flesh, we collect what’s left
An accord of resistance
Through your cold fingertips
In tiny sips, your teeth pinch
Eyelids flutter, muscles contract
Escapism in it’s final act
(Oct 8, 2010)
romance
I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.
Oh the ways in the world
How we watch them sway
And let them cause delay
Wishing and waiting
How we let them fall
Like it’s nothing at all
please find me
please feel me
please search my soul
please devour me
please consume me whole
please hold me
please push me
please pull me in
please whisper in a way
as if to say
there’s comfort in our sin
She holds the sun in her hands
and she’ll blind you with her madness
She holds the moon in her thighs
and she’ll drown you with her sadness
(words by me, model me, photo by ben reed)
I am a conundrum. I am that moment your tongue moves to say something and your brain forgets to send the signal. I am that breath purposely placed between words to give a moment for thought. I am that stutter, that quivering lip before asking someone out. I am the tick in your hand, in your eyebrow, in your neck… the one that you worry gives away your intent.
I am those silences between exchanges when both parties process their thoughts. I am the searing frustration of interruption. I am the relieving calm of understanding.
I am a middleman, always in between, always moving. Always grasping reality from the edges.
your howl sings to me
like the tapping of rain on a tin roof
or wind blowing through the trees
beneath a full moon
the night sky aglow
your fur tickles me
like the feeling of a sparrows tail
or sun shining on wet skin
damp from the river
that lets you swim in it’s flow
your growl entices me
like the eyes of a once lost lover
or soft lips on bone
accents of femininity
that want your touch
and to give you fever
baby, howl at the moon
and to show you’re eager
purr, because I’ll be there soon
When the world perishes and all things cease to exist, you’ll remain inside an ink stain, a paint brush, a song.
This is why I love drawings of me and the like. <3
He drew a circle that shut me out—
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!
She is like an exhale- relieving and relaxing, yet leaves you just one breath closer to death. And then you blink and she is gone, fleeting… like the rest of your life.
I wish I could just be a part of the earth and experience everything outside the binds of humanity. Watch plants grow, the wind blow, bees buzz and roosters crow. I want to feel like I’m alive not like I’m just living. I want to experience and not just have. I want to be one with, not one of.
I am not a wolf, won’t you please let me in? Let me experience all the earth has to give?
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Brit-Bob…
the best photoset in the history of tumblr
a true work of art
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