Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"sisifis is" - Recorded 01/05/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them a smell like lonelysex andneglecthair in matted curls fallingover shouldersskin in flakesspilling likewastefluids on bareumbilical remnantforming thinkingof wetplacesfaceshardspaces likebasements floodedboxes of old photoshistory andlit candlesflickeringcarriedoutset in the sun to dry "are you okay?"honest eyes withworry and a bit ofpityenough to push … Continue reading sisifis is
"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
This piece was written in collaboration with my dear friend soupie.r, who can be found on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/soupie.r/ It was a joy to work with you, soupie.r, and I hope we will have more future opportunities to create together. "Coda Darkness" - Recorded 3/7/2021 - Auroraboros and soupie.r - Objects, and the Distance Between … Continue reading Coda Darkness
For you, once more, and forever. 💙 "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
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
I paused Ever so slightly today, As my feet passed between shadows and sunlight streaming down… Warm and… It has been so long Since I have felt the glow on my face. My spirit ran free last night. I opened my mouth wide And set loose from between my teeth, Not quite words, Not quite … Continue reading I Paused Ever So Slightly Today
This piece was written in collaboration with someone who submitted the first piece to me, which truly inspired me in a way I have not been in some time. Unfortunately, this person did not provide their information so I do not have anything more to credit them with. If you are the author, please let … Continue reading Even A Little Lost
I was born in the ocean Baby Dripping wet Every inch Swam with fishes Sharks with teeth Felt the cool water Touched the reef I have wandered the desert Child Sand from sea Waking sleep Lucid dreams 40 days Underneath Sun and heat I have felt the flames lick Son At my feet As father … Continue reading In-Between
I have heard them say You should know your place You should know What you are "for" Fools, every one For they do not know Do not realize That there is not such simple means For defining what is inherent within We all are born Wet and alone Searching soon for Legs on which to … Continue reading I Have Heard Them Say
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*
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 