I Watched My Brain Turn Ashtray

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Slow dancing in the living room with my hand sliding in to the back of your skirt.
Your underwear are as soft as the words I whisper into your ear.
You smile and create some distance with your wrists connected around my neck.
With a step back I bring you closer and we keep the dance in slow motion.
It feels like God is our chaperone and I don’t want to get pulled out by my ear.
I’m comfortable here at this distance.
I gave you clear motive for my intents.
I can handle you hanging onto me like a necklace
And my hands placed above your waist seven inches from breathless.

pink sheets

I catch myself in a deep conversation with you after laying in silence with you in bed.
Awake at five and the morning and too comfortable to fall asleep or to speak.
You can only hear my heartbeat and I can only tell that your hair smells sweet.
A part of me worries that I’m keeping you up but when I roll over you do too.
There’s not a whole lot to do but with you it seems alright to just exist.
I don’t try to impress and you don’t try to resist, it’s just simple.
I came over to your place just to fall asleep and the sun came up with no more secretes to keep

white space

White space,
Adding by subtracting.
My place,
Filling what I’m lacking.
Small taste,
Finger tips are tracking
My waist.
Making love while laughing,
Your face.
Dimples that I’m lapping.
Slow pace,
Toe knuckles cracking.
Ice skates,
Gliding never snagging.
No race,
Just slidingĀ into white space.

Health Complications

I drink to make cigarettes taste better
But I fear that if I speak too loud I will cough.
Breaking the bliss with the scorn of my sickness.
I’ve tried hard to change but I’m a witness
To the way I’ve dealt with depression
You can tell by the way that I carry myself
And the way it has affected my health.
It has caught up to me like a tortious.
It is the inspiration I have needed to write.
It is a shame that my downfall is my loving plight.

Dream Girl

There is a patient guise over the thoughts that cause your teeth to grit.
Pheromones are increasing your heart rate until your lungs feel smaller.
Eyes cut through atmosphere and burry themselves in the goosebumps on your skin.
Blood congregates, changing the complexion of your face and neck, and
We begin to feel a choir short of a holy moment.
I feel as if God’s hand is pushing me in the back towards you.
What words could connect our burning thoughts?
Seduction is a language spoken by the devil and I need something pure.
If I bite my tongue I will only taste blood, so I will allow it to move freely.
I have been moved to show you that I need you deeply, but not in a way for you to complete me.
I just want a girl to fall asleep with and I think you’re  dreamy.