the dust dances too

this billow above,
encompassing
and permeating,
this salty-sweet fragrance
of desire
respired with heavy lungs.
that i—

in this Eden, by the sea

—might taste you once,
and know all, forever.
 

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

a little about me.

i don’t know

what i’m talking about,

that’s why i write.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

haiku #54.

fingers hesitate

above the keys— a blank mind.

the air vent sputters

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

wearedeadpaper:

reactivity
is the antithesis of
creativity.

haiku #14.

radio static

erupts from your painted mouth

(why don’t you shut off?)

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

the fourth of july.

the explosions

in the sky

lit up

the explosions

on our lips

lighting up

the explosions

in our hearts.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

we sip tea in the same room,

but

the chairs

we sit on

are islands.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

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