affection

affection purposely thoughtfully I am in a moment actively precisely recording it in my mind: today it was your face brand new as a child upon waking it was mingled contours it was indecipherable bodies it was the morning sun filtering through my blinds warming my face painting our world gold this is one of […]

with a thought she moves a strand of hair

with a thought she moves a strand of hair to move you she becomes a goddess biting her lip you think you want her but you don’t you really don’t she is Promethea to another man’s paint set she stands tall under his stars her home is there under his wild sky black and purple midnight […]