

I don't want you to be theHis hands, they're different from yours, and on me.I don't want you to be the
And his mouth, it isn't yours. Sharp. He's biting.
He smells sweet instead of earthy, and he's blue instead of brown.
With him it's skies in our domain, while you are all the green around me.
And he tastes different, the taste of his skin, of moonlight and lilies.
Of stinging tongue and probing mouth. His mouth on mine is oxygen like yours is temperature, the rising of it, increase. Light and heady or warm and enfolding.
His fingertips electric, and yours are tracing worship.
Under stars and rain and n


AsylumHe leaves and I need you Your darkness, I need you To drown in your romance A romance of limbs Save me my grief In the waters of memory Of a December I wrote Surrounded in snow The blue eyed vampire my lover With moonlight white skin Bloodless to mine DiveAsylum
From a wet starless sky Ignited by cities With reflections of goodness And we found places to hide This truth in the darkness An illumination between us And for once A feeling That for all its strife Does not tear me to Shreds
Waist cincher
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"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises
Was oftentimes filled with your tears"
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"The value of life is not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them; a man may live long yet very little."
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Writing is my way of expressing the aftermath of ones former glory.
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