Good Boy

do you see the hunger for your flesh? do you feel the desire that radiates from my being? why do we play such games? it, too often, feels like dogs rolling over, if there is a treat involved.

Scene B

I’ve got a slow drawl for a love sprawled draped across beds spread across drapes it’s not a neck without a nape: the nightmares have come again, you see, we’ve all got our sins. picked up in back alley… relationship bins – the kind we roll down hills as kids, the kind that let sparks … Read moreScene B

Pardon Me,

I’ve nothing to ask, nothing to say: I fall in love everyday And nothing is true, nothing is real, there is no new love to feel But where can I find the dreams of your mind? The ones you hide from brutes and beasts who look like me… those dreams of who you wanted to … Read morePardon Me,

good byes

You had fallen from the sky, a drop of water, nothing more. and still it filled my cup: an ocean upon a shore. You were clouds above my head, lightning dripping to the floor, spread out inside your kiss, I only wanted one kiss more. how have I so been fooled, my own heart is … Read moregood byes

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