Atelier Flight

Wishing Well

Posted on July 3, 2017

You are my wishing well,
and I place all my wishes in you.

My kisses send forbidden desires
to fall into your liquid heart
like coins.
I listen to their splashes,
making a wish with each one,
They ripple
from your heart
to the rest of your body,
waves of lust,
you fill.

I came to sip your waters.

Dog Days

Posted on July 2, 2017

We will chase your dreams
together
like two savage dogs,
they won’t get away,
even if we end up
with blood on our teeth.

Windows

Posted on June 30, 2017

You did not like the view,

but our love was just the window,

shielding you

from the elements you disliked

and providing security

from what is beyond.

You complain

that you did not like the view,

but our love was just the window,

and you never learned that,

so the curtains closed,

and what you do not realize

is that unseen window

is still keeping you safe,

and always will.

h o p e

Posted on June 28, 2017

I hang on to hope
and hope hangs me.

Dolls

Posted on June 27, 2017

I collected lovers.
Memories of them
like pretty dolls.
A cabinet full in my mind.
I can’t get rid of
these memories
and I can’t touch
these dolls.
They’re staring at me
from behind the glass
cabinet doors,
and I always find myself
apologizing to them.

shattered

Posted on June 24, 2017

I’m just a shattered human

held together by your saliva’s glue,

and I keep sniffing the air

like a wild dog,

getting high

on what holds me together.

No one kisses you like me,

because nobody needs you like me.

It’s more animalistic than lust,

it’s survival.

MONEY

Posted on June 23, 2017

They say money is the root of all evil.
They say love is the root of all pain.

I’m in love with money.

I’m fucked.

Declaration

Posted on June 22, 2017

I am carved by the ocean and the night.
I felt the ocean mold me,
beat me,
until I took the shape it wanted.
It smoothed me over,
but left some rough edges.
I CAN STILL CUT YOU.

I felt the night
illuminate me with darkness.
It poured itself inside of me,
I mothered it,
and the night grew inside of me.
Its dark vines tightly wrapped
around my soul,
tying it to my spine,
just in case the bastard
wants to leave early.
I DIE HARD.

I am carved by the ocean and the night.

days go by

Posted on June 15, 2017

I am not

blowing out any more candles.

My dreams

have aged more than me.

Their skin,

wrinkled and pale.

Their hair,

gray.

I fear

my dreams are going to die

before me

and I won’t have anywhere to bury them.

I will be left

cradling them

like a stillborn child.

S.A.I.L.

Posted on June 13, 2017

You wanted to sail
the seven seas
in search of spices,
so you found the same
when my teeth met your neck.

You wanted to sail
the seven seas
in search of sugar,
so you found the same
when my lips
moistened your body’s secrets.

You wanted to sail
the seven seas
in search of silk,
so you found the same
clutching my bed sheets.

You wanted to sail
the seven seas
and I wanted to give
you sea legs,
because we both know
you came for the pirate’s life.

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