I woke up to your perfect morning. You crept out first. Your long body strolled – as you do – to the jacuzzi. Your large hands opened the faucet, adjusting the temperature as the tub filled up. In that moment, I stirred. And you turned around in time to glimpse my eyes opening. I shiftedContinue reading “Perfect Mornings”
What are you running from? Interminable guilt complexes? Vicariously lived lives? Mediocrity. Hypocrisy. Jealousy. Lies Of proclaimèd love and secret hate. Of secret desires to see me fall or ingratiate Myself to desperate and desolate depths – unforgivable law of delimited self respect. Why must my time to rise be defined By the sand duneContinue reading “Read me with rhythm”
I get lost in your gaze but you are not my love.