Shapes. Curves. The form sensual by nature though elusive when pinned by the cold hands of thought. Evokes primal feelings, that innate understanding. Instantaneous. A fact unaware…
What if every time I wrote about you another you was born? A you sketched from the lettered prose of my wants and dreams; each…
There’s a moment, not quite charged but pulsing with a sense of meaning, that flows between us. I’ve somehow stumbled across it while…
There’s a grating to it. A friction that never brings about the fire. Not when you need it to. The world glides…
I flew today.
Straight into the sun and at the heart of it I saw fiery jewels, and I reached out, took a hold of one…