GlistenTwinkle in my eyes as they glide
your face so sweet, lips to meet
shiver at the warm breath, sunsets and tourniquets.
drop from your lips
the angle of your hips
the way you stand
and where your hands fall
Arms entwined, trellis and vine
retro fiction flesh addiction
slide, glide and glisten.
Hot breath penetrates your ear
and you will hear it if you listen.
I whisper, "I love you" and I mean it
with the soles of my feet,
ankle and calf meet, weak at the knees
oh the love, with my knees and all of the above
and when the time comes
it'll mean something.
Embrace, sky holds the upturned face
caress it with soft slips of rain, drips
A moment too good to miss and this rain-hatched kiss
lives on these lips, in this heart,
tasting the playback, start to end, end to start
lost in the moment
and in the rain we glisten.
I am a lazy, but energetic (oxymoron, much?) photographer/writer. I write more though, 'cause I'm too lazy to go out and photograph. I have a rather ecelectic taste in music—which is to say that I am too lazy to list all the genres I like. I do enjoy Jason Mraz, Katy Perry, P!nk, Awolnation, Train, etc. I read all the time, too much really, and stay up waaaaay too late at night. I try to be openminded, so chat me up. I like to talk to complete strangers—unless you're a creeper, then I'd love to hear from you.