Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published April 18, 2018, this poem was inspired by a prolific author I had really come to admire and appreciate, Maggie Lawson (see more details below in the original post). "So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment" - Recorded 3/29/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment”
"Meal" - Recorded 3/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them A mealButNot to feedStillMouthsTonguesButNotWith teethAll of meOnAll of youAll of youOnAll of meI tasteYour breathOnYour kissSweetI feelYour breastsMy handsWe danceYou leadYour hairMy chestNo rest butAt peaceIn bed yetNo sleepMy mouthYour neckYour hipsYour lipsYourCurled feetSplayedOnWetSheetsI riseTo meetYour callYour needYour nailsMy backBreak skinI bleedYou … Continue reading Meal
"Flicker" - Recorded 1/15/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them We cannot survive on sugar alone.Neither should we try to live without. Moderation, you see, is a concept greatly misunderstood and undervalued. The addict is not an addict for the pleasurable experiences they crave, but rather the lack of control afforded them … Continue reading Flicker
"These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart" - Recorded 1/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them You and I,In stride,Same earth, different sides.Foot down, same time.Hands up, same sky. Eager to love, ready to start,These beating hearts, for now apart…Why am I not where you are?Why must we wait, why are you so … Continue reading These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart
For you, once more, and forever. đź’™ "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean
"That the Rains Might Fall" - Recorded 12/23/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I long for…love. Your love,and to love you just the same. Not merely to receive,neither to give,but to know,to feel,to be a part of, as if immersed in a flowing stream. All I have,all I am,on the altar … Continue reading That the Rains Might Fall
The heart cries out,Even,And especially,When the tongue fails. Words cannot sayWhat we feel,Just as our bodies often failTo conveyThe impulses that drive them. At times IWish there was a wayTo give voice toThe pulse that runs beneath. She tells me to draw,Despite objections that I cannot,"With your left hand,"She tells me;"You will stop trying to … Continue reading The Heart Cries Out
In Tehran, There is no hope, "A living hell" So they say on the TV box and in the pages filled With so many carefully chosen words. Â This is fine, Really, To be expected. I mean, Tehran is not in the United States, And that is just what happens When you are not in … Continue reading In Tehran
We sat in circles under the tin roof of the old man's cottage Playing games and laughing well after the setting of the sun The wooden tables and chairs creaked Under the weight of our merriment The candles flickered From our breath like wind from a torn balloon There was not a head in the … Continue reading All the While the Storms
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*
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