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)
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)
