The family gaze like cystic acne no escape route no layers can conceal us At least you're not like prima X But you could be more like prima Z She probably doesn't spend the night like you or ask him to get on his knees like you pop pop All you did was rip your …
The music molds the air in the room. I take it into my lungs and hold the pose (I learned to breathe the same way I learned to dance: by sitting on the sidelines And watching the steps) The music picks up and I search for your Face in the sea of dancers, both moving …
"What are we doing?" You ask me. "We're blowing up the moon." Your eyebrows come together and your head jerks back slightly. "Just like that?" I nod. "Just like that." You shake your head, but decide to go along with it. "Okay, so how do we do it?" I smile like a mini sun. "Okay, …
Can you feel the soft hum of the car under our bodies? Can you feel the hot air that swirls through the windows? "I'm loving the view" Strong hand on the wheel--sun kissed I trace my fingers along our arm--touch kissed "Keep your eyes on the road" The road is your jaw, your stubble, the …
Have you ever fallen into an easy, comfortable silence with someone? "We just talk so well" Your words hang in the air, Stretching and releasing any tension Unplanned and unmeasured Easy silences are my favorite kind of silence I'm lying on my blue carpet with suns and moons and stars You're probably in your bed, …
So awkward you can feel it in the air - thick and heavy or so we've been taught think again you can still feel it in the air - bubbling, electric it expands as the pause in the conversation continues brewing with potential - a smile creeps around the mouths do you speak first? wait, …
Show me your belly and I'll show you mine show me your scars, marks, and bumps and I'll show you my rough patches and peachy fuzz - my belly is squishy and so is my heart the sun is setting and I carefully pull up my shirt - showing my center to the light taking …
We left the window open last night - again Even before we open our eyes, No alarm, no artificial time That gray dog with spider legs is Barking at her reflection on the Bakery windows next door The dark-chocolate birds are gossiping About the lazy worms We can hear the waves crashing Against the rocks …
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