bundle of joy

our skin and eyes and lips meet,
in a little bundle of electric blue.

we call him daniel.

jumping in puddles

moonlight's stifled by the choking curtains,
and it's something like love, something like heartache,
that curls around my heart, curls around my thighs.

i think, if i could bottle up all the empty wishes i had for you,
the pacific would look like a puddle.

Spring is ending

. f r a g i l e .
i am her and she is
[ me ]


and soon my existence
will wilt
like summer flowers.

note: sort of mini collaboration with thedreamer

spiced wine poets

add your syllables to my pentameter,

voice like wine; it's a rhyme in thyme.

venice

your tongue twists around mine,

like the r-r-rolling r's in italian.

you are my little italy, savoury skin,

and i'll discover all your canals,

humming mamma mia 

over your bubbling,

in your gondola arms.

poseidon's child

i am an ocean and you broke the moon,

still silent surface like salient sapphires,

you are a drop in me, a ripple in a pond,

leaving no corner untouched or

undisturbed.

i am a river and you are a rock,

swirling over smooth surfaces soundly,

you draw out my unending laughter,

low like a babbling brook,

unrestrained.

i am a waterfall and you are the edge of the world,

staccato stuttering as blue is crushed,

you make me hold my breath, leap of faith,

as i tip over you, spilling, falling,

endlessly.

i am water and i am flooding

the whole wide world

for you.

sixwordnovels

you're like chocolate;
i'm lactose intolerant.