July 26, 2013 § 9 Comments
When I think about the
way your fingertips touch mine
And leave spots like an
autumn manicure in a daydream haze
I remember seasons of change,
seasons that came and went
Before the day the wind swept in
before the day you swept in.
I hope you stay, with fingers
crossed; entangled in yours. And
always caress these fingertips.
June 9, 2013 § 3 Comments
April 25, 2013 § 12 Comments
As a kid he was
naive and innocent
and nerdy and alone.
He chose his own company
o’er everyone else.
The books, the music,
the magazines, the cartoons;
And then he grew up.
He now only remembers his
fathers gentle laughter
and, the way he carried
him in his arms.
He remembers how the
sunshine poured lazy rays
upon untainted walls.
And how they watched
The Lion King together
But mostly he remembers
how he danced with his father.
April 3, 2013 § 28 Comments
and drop that phone.
Lets not text each other
anymore. Lets not whatsapp.
Or Facebook.Touch me. I mean,
just touch me. I don’t mean
caressing or arousing.
I want to mess your hair and
stroke your face. I want to run my
fingers onto that beautiful jaw line.
And feel your Adam’s apple with
Lets turn off the city lights and
let the dark be really dark, not
half-dark. Lets just dissolve into
each other. Not doing it, yet
connecting. At a different level.
And i don’t mean no foreplay. Just
Lets do all of that, if that’s
how we connect.
March 17, 2013 § 8 Comments
Done with our work for the day,
we go out. To a fancy restaurant. You,
me and our friends. Where a music
channel shows tacky videos of
shallow singers. We laugh at ’em.
We talk about work, music and
life: the regular stuff. Bitch about
the ones who didn’t turn up.
‘What’s the plan?‘, you ask.
‘I want to curl up on a couch
and eat hot chocolate‘, i reply.
We go to this another lounge
that’s newly opened. Aesthetic, we’ve
heard. All country-style, done with a
fireplace. I kick my pumps and sit
on the couch with folded legs, eating my
hot chocolate. This one plays
an old U2 concert.
‘All i want is you‘, Bono sings. While
i stare into your eyes. Deeply. You wink.
Next he sings ‘With or without you‘,
as he chooses a girl with straight hair,
and a black vest. She lies down on the
stage with him, singing.
And it’s a magical night. You touch
my fingers, put your arm around my
waist. And sing along.
‘I can’t live with or without you.’
It’s exactly how I’d imagined I’d
be loved. As i sit crawled up in
Whoever you are.