The shade has fallen under the tree... so take my hand and lie there with me. Our calloused hands and haunted green eyes... can then tangle together under mostly clear skies.
My hands held the counter while your hands held my thigh, and that was the last night shared between you and I... The next morning began in your arms on the couch, with the faint taste of peanut butter still in my mouth...
Sunlight then began to stream through... With stubborn white rays and a subtle hint of blue.
There's something about summer evenings that remind me of you... When the sun begins to retreat so that the stars can come through...
In my mind we're sharing this cigarette while passing it hand to hand... But then I remember that you're not really here... And it falls right into the sand.
The secrets we shared were unprecedented... Simple words surrendered to actionable power.
The secrets we shared helped relieve us of our solitude... But then yours became mine, and mine became yours... And we could no longer remember whose was whose.
The stars connecting Orion's belt somehow felt closer than the brick pavers laying beneath us.
The neighborhood is quiet, all streetlights turned out. There's no one awake, and no reasons to doubt. I can't stand the silence, so come up the stairs. Wear your shoes on the carpet, I don't even care. Just give me your hand, I'll let you take lead. So I can give what you want, and … Continue reading Come Up
We both looked to each other for the love we weren't giving ourselves. That's not our fault. That's a learning experience.