What you must have felt
As we connected by plasma

What miasma would rise
From frictious heat
By the two of us
And our heartbeats

It was three
You said to

That made cyanide
Drip between us

What lethal seed
Of poison shared
Now lingers as
Ideas in the air

What you must have felt
Underneath me
As we connected by plasma
Heated by our bodies

A warm comfort of
Life and death
Avoided by dethorning
Metallic roses

A sea of radiolaria
Binding us
Momentarily, but
In symbol: always

For this is what
Our love has made

Lush December

It occurs to me when you
Let me see
A part of you
That no one else would be

Allowed to

We let our symbols be clothing
Left at the door when we’re alone
We let our bodies be trust
In each other’s hands I can’t

Get enough
Of making trust

Not enough of your voice
Your lips
And wit

What metaphors that passed
Through our bodies
More empty than what
We were felt

No metaphors of
Your cryptic form
And gorgeous mind
Will ever amount

To the only thing I care about

That is you

Laying on my chest
While we’re naked
And I’m playing with
Your dyed hair

You weren’t a fan of it
At first
But, you know, I didn’t
Really care

Left your symbol on the ground
Don’t know where
Strewn our blankets all
Around the bed

By this point they were falling
From the edges
While we were busy falling
More in love

Trusting in me, baby
And knowing what it is
For you
To feel natural

We’ve come so far
And our will will go further
And every step we take
I’m going to capture

To show you one day

All the little things
Along the way

That said “I love you”

Driving in the car
While you’re holding my arm
And we’re sneaking out
Like we do every day

Not a moment passes
Where not through my mind passes
How lucky I must
Have to be

But then I turn and there you are
You make me so happy
Even when you’re not trying

Lit up by the dim
Passing lights
Of passing night’s
Orange street lamps

Cruising down the freeway
With the only thing fleeting
Being the sound of other
Cars passing us

I’m lost
And want to savor
All the details I can build up
Into words for you

When we stop
And I get to look in your eyes
All the things that make me strong
Melt away

And suddenly the thing I see
Is not just hotter than the sun
But the one person
I’d give myself away


It happens
Every time you let me see
A part of you that won’t be
By anyone else

We put our symbols on
By the door, walking out,
No one expecting anything
Had happened at all

Like shadows of your
Favorite place
As sunrise comes
And goes again

But we’ll both know the little things
That said “I love you”

Art House Tasteful

I’d love to have you
Strip down
And take photos of you

Posing and exposed
Unclothed bit by bit

In black and white
Lit up by lights
On a stage to be free
Ensnared intimately

Dancing and moving
By yourself so grooving
Smiling for the camera
Every bit so bright

It only tastes less
When you’re not here
Beckoning wonder

Let’s have some gel filters
Pop your shadows
Fade your peaks
And tickle you pink

I want to frame you
Make art of you
Show the world you’re sexy
Show ’em your heart

Waxing moon
Pale screscent thighs
Making up in lingerie
Inviting with your risque eyes

Let the flash catch your brash
Shake your unreal ass

Take it off
But by bit
Let the lights
Shoot through like glass

Frozen in a photo
Snap shot like a photon

I want to see you like
No one else can
Make an image
More than words and

Capture more than

Have a gallery of fantasy
A thousand words per photo
Of you unclothed and proud
Smiling and showing off

In Withdrawal

This feeling
A last wish
From a sinful kiss

As I leave you

As I feel you

Warmth slipping away
An ecstatic grip

From your lips
As your body begs
Me not to go away
But to continue kissing


If we could
We would slowly


You seem so
Far above me

So queenly
Queening upon me

Holding your hands
French kissing you
Deep and passionate

You veil me
In your shade
Your scent
And sensation on my

A lush luscious
In the dark

Bold and proud

It is what makes
This ornate crown

Your royalty

Her domain

Teardrop Shapes

The way you look
On top of me
You’re my nicotine

It’s dim inside
But your shapes
Stand out

You’re all the feeling
I’m feeling
Experience itself

Teardrop hips
And narrow lines

When you rise
And stretch above me

I can feel
The scars

On your back
From when

You had wings

Your All

Your All

I like your
(Blond) hair.
I like your
(Delectable) lips.
I like your ears.
(And piercings
With unique
Gauge earrings).

I like your nose,
And pecking it
With kisses.
I like your eyes
(Bright pupils
And irises),
And staring into them.

I like your cheeks.
I like your forehead.
I like your chin,
And your lips
(Those wonderful lips).

I love your neck
(And muscles as they tense).

Feeling your shoulders,
And your arms,
And holding your hands
(Your nails and fingertips).

I love your chest
(And your breasts),
To your belly and your waist.

I like your
Hips and your thighs
(And your butt).
I like your shoulders,
And your spine (I trace).
I like your knees,
Your calves, and your feet
(With every little toe, too).

I like your clothes
(Every loose tank top
And comfy sweatpants),
And your coats and hats
With your rubber bracelets
(Silver rings)
And shiny necklaces.

I like the
Acrylic (polish) you put
On your fingers and toes.

I like your voice (and
The noises you make)
All the time. You have me
With your candence whenever
You talk and whisper.

I like your eyelashes,
(And how sometimes they might
Be made up thick).

I love your boots (and socks)
And your shoes and flared
(Tight) jeans.

I like your body
(Firm, but pillowy
Soft, shapely, easy to
Rest on while you lay
On your stomach or back)
To the crest
Of (intimate) hints,
S-curves to a
Form statuesque.

I love holding your all
(And you know I do)
Whenever I can, (when you
Can come home to me).

I love to be with you
(And soothe you) and know
That you trust me (with
Your everything).

Anything, (everything)
There’s nothing that is
Too much a thing that
I won’t do it for you.

Even all the implicit things
(Even in between parenthesis).



To what pleasure is this
Rear heart’s
Upside down
Exposure owed?

What caused this
Subtle reveal,
Slowing down the seconds
Into years?

I am enraptured.
Staring at a thing
I will never begin
To understand.

Some sort of stark
That I will never
Grow too fond of
To find it banal.

And it’s okay.
I don’t want to.
I’d rather stare
And be enraptured

To take care of
The manacles of
An alluringly
Articulate statue.



Something about her
Standing there
Smirking as she is
Starkly unclothed

Behind her, she reaches for the
Brassiere clips
Buckles unclasping and thrown
Back to the ground

Dubious, that look in her eye
Deviant are those oblivion
Desires behind her fire
Deciding what happens next

Peeling off and sliding down
Panties to let me
Perceive just how
Pretty she is naturally

Veins underneath the surface
Vibrating as she thinks
Visual imaginings replaced by reality
Valiantly exhibiting her true artistry

Trusting in the
Temptation tempestuously
Telling me to tour and tout her as the
Treasure she truly triumphs as

Something about her starkness
Bountifully beautiful front and back
Deciding her deviant desires
Pretty as she is by me perceived
Vibrating as a viper coils
Trusting me to take her softly