Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For you, as always. "I Have Slept Through Sunny Days" - Recorded 3/5/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have slept through sunny days.I have drawn to my lungs foul, acrid smoke with toxins ready to slow my system to a crawl on days when the fresh air was readily available.I … Continue reading I Have Slept Through Sunny Days
There have been nights when Upon waking I wished I had not Dreams to which waking life Has felt not but a fevered segue And I have often cursed the hours for passing so quickly between the time I close my eyes and the moment they next open But these days I wake to find … Continue reading Drawn Only to You
In the distance Thunder rolls But I can barely hear it Over the sound Of you Of us In motion as well Our reverberations produced By friction just the same By the pressing together Of two ethereal bodies Drifting Floating Aimlessly For so long Until finally They meet In a grand and majestic scene Replete … Continue reading Thunder
There are some among us who Possess a sheen As diamonds But they are transparent just the same And their value Determined as such Inferred by The world outside of themselves Not always inherent in Fully realized by Their hearts There are others who Despite rough appearance Contain an inner glow That outlasts Outshines All … Continue reading Beyond the Surface
Note: This piece contains material that is not appropriate for all audiences. Read at your own discretion. Her breath on my neck Her lips on my cheek Her pressed against me We move as one; I remember to breathe Feel her movement, discrete Rinse and repeat Shallow then deep Above then beneath Pressed against - … Continue reading Nothing More, Nothing Less *Explicit*
This poem was written in collaboration with Blackbird, of the blog Wandering Thoughts. To read the first lines of this poem, visit: Smoke (Part One) … Curling and drifting Not fine lines but rather Swirling vortexes Our bodies tangled beneath Breath slowing Eyes still wild Our hair in attention Imitating the layers and waves in … Continue reading Smoke (Part Two)
Darling, you don't need to say A word Your body says More than words could ever convey When I place my hands on Your shoulders Your calves Your smooth, but sweaty, feet Form disappears Replaced by Conversations In the void Dialogue between Flesh and flesh Guide me Show me the points where The pain has … Continue reading Communion in Skin
