Monthly Archives: April 2017

flow to flow

Musical notes, black bars, surround soundeed, trapped in your song. Inhaling your sweetest lyrics, and feeling your words drip down into my lungs. I don’t exhale, I want the words to remain and percolate throughout my body. That’s how rivers are born.

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Poetic Haunts

I tattooed my favorite poem on your ghost so when you haunt me it’ll be more magical. I always wanted to be haunted by poetry. Thank you.

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Running the Streets

I spent the night writing graffiti on your walls of skin with my fingertips. You called it street art. In the morning, I was gone, the city is full of walls. You understood, the world is full of artists.

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Dirty Water

I want to bathe in your soul, wash myself in your warm goodness and feel your soap sud sins slip down my skin. I sink my head, take a sip, hold my breath, and submerge.

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