Tag Archives: touch
Some kind of tender, hard to find its truest name– words fail to claim touch. Advertisements
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.
Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a stray … Continue reading
This is how I grieve– words, pearlescent to glean, and bare, poured, like so much light, on petals bruised by touch and Beauty rare.
Touch, the inviolable charge inciting rent ecstasy between a bright siege of atoms, you, me, nameless, humming, conduits of praise.