Tag Archives: touch
It is in the dark, the wild opaque frontier of scent and missive, where the thesis of glimmer bares recognition upon who and how much we are not when touching, the run of love a gradient quicksilver etched in pulsing … Continue reading
It could be like this. Early morning, light milkpooling at the edges of your bed, dawnfrost bleaching your bare feet and subtly wriggling toes softly phantom, and I follow the erogenous ghost past your shins, to the rounded pate of … Continue reading
Some kind of tender, hard to find its truest name– words fail to claim touch.
To have, to have not, in the end, it’s all the same– thrill to wet daisies.
No exam needed, she just wanted to be held– Medicine through touch.
Lisping, to gentle feral purls of ink on skin– Words, crafted to touch.
To ebb, the startling clarity of a stolen kiss sentenced to null and ghost, to lips indelibly parted then closed.
This side of dream, to marvel in sheer trespass and longing, to engage the mystery and riot of skin, by touch and flagrant cherish.
To leave sheer vowels and sudden clefts upon the warm, dream-wet infinity of skin, so wherever she goes, whenever, sundered verses will marvel as placeholders.