Tuesday, 15 September 2015


It turns the hate,
into a perfection only two hearts can create.
Bodies syncopate,
souls encapsulate,
the blood that races through ecstasies gate.
Your body against my own in such a willing state,
a hunger this strong,
is always well worth the wait,
consumed while the rest of the world is asleep,
in the night's darkness so seductive, 
so late.

Monday, 14 September 2015

Off of the Ground

When you have that all consuming, both perfect and imperfect perfection in your life that makes your blood race, 
your heart pound,
nothing anyone says or does can turn that kind of happiness around,
because in your soul you know what you've found,
that thing that makes you feel like you're floating hundreds of feet off of the ground. 

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

My Deepest, Darkest Everything

Your deepest, darkest nothing is my deepest, darkest everything,
what your soul cannot feel, my own absorbs its suffering.
My heart consumes your pain as if it were its own,
and as long as both beat together beneath moonlit sheets, they'll always have something to look forward to on days they beat alone.

Thursday, 6 August 2015


The sedation I feel when you touch me,
is real.
As real as the high my mind welcomes when our bodies mesh and from the world,
we conceal.
Each time our souls syncopate,
our hearts heal,
and bare the most raw form of vulnerability that our eyes dare reveal.

Sweet Depth

You pull my soul right through my skin,
your touch always makes it surface from its darkness within.
Awoken from sleep,
it greets the moonlight and becomes inhaled with your breath, 
and joins your own soul in your body's sweet depth.

Thursday, 30 July 2015

For Our Eyes Only

My sweat pours for you,
no one touches me quite like you do.
My skin reacts like fire to gasoline,
our best moments are the ones that to others, go unseen.
For our eyes only,
sheets and skin,
and every breath that screams from within.


And it was in that moment when our bodies entwined and our breath became one,
that we dreaded the morning,
and cursed the very existence of the sun.