Friday, 16 September 2016


Our love blossoms in the wild
It opens gracefully with the touch of dew
Peaks with the waves at high tide
And runs free with deer in the wild
Our love heats up and rises
And falls as rain on deserted islands
Our love electrifies in abandoned castles
And cackles and lights up on exotic shores

Our love is agoraphobic
It cannot take the pounding of a busy city
It shrinks at the clink of coins
And shrivels from abandonment between 9 and 5  
Our love is a loner
It is suffocated by the embrace of friends and family
It has no room for existential setbacks
Our love is a dreamer
It is at sea in the real world

Our love is a cactus
It thrives in isolation but hurts and bleeds in living spaces

Saturday, 11 June 2016

I'd Like To Know

I would like to know how it would feel like
to have all of you in me

All of you,
the very essence of you as my man

I'd like to swallow you whole,
suck you up into my being,
take you deeper into my soul
I would want to taste you at the back of my brain,

I want the taste to filter down
the tips of my finger, down my thighs
and to the tips of my toes

Say bebe, is there a way you can stay still when you're in me?
So that I can gather my thoughts
and interpret each sensation

Can you be still so I can watch you
Can you be, for a single moment,
so I etch your love deep into my bones
Can you be still so I thank the Almighty for this beauty I never thought I'd have

Can you be still?
So I'll learn how to hold on to you with my body
and with my soul
and all of me
you can move;
I'll move with you

Post by anonymous contributor

Tuesday, 12 April 2016


I still haven't found words for the gossamer dream we stepped out of
Or the times we fist-bumped our way through small successes
I can't describe the jinxes and the inside jokes, the knowing looks and the unspoken paragraphs that tally to the letter

It is not love when we tell stories to eachother via playlists
Or spend hours into the night making art.
It is not love the things we say to provoke a smile
Or say the meanest things out of spite
It is not even love when we swear the other is more awesome
And get mad about too many compliments

When our skins touch and you call me out for being a trap queen
Or our eyes meet and I compliment your lashes
When we share a smile while lost in crowds
Or brush finger tips when we meet in the hallway
It's not love but it's pretty close

I dread that this won't last forever
I want to screw this up and get it over with
The anticipation of where this will lead kills me
But  excitement of the beauty we make warms me
Maybe this is for the long haul, but I don't mind short-and-sweet

Regardless. ..
When we're 40 and we've lost out on love and family
But we still have eachother, let's make a family...
It wouldn't be love, but it will be pretty damn close

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Dying moon blues

Adios compadre
In your arms, my friend, Lunar
I ticked n kicked free
I surfed like a tossed shell on the tides
And danced like a wanton shadow  on a tipsy wall
I knew your stay was hour-glassed
N I thought hugging your middle tight enough...
I thought we could make everything still in a tight embrace

But you left on schedule
Leaving me hungover on your intoxicating presence
Now I'm mad
And I'm bawling
... but I'm feeble
But I'm not mourning...
I didn't lose You, you are bereaved of me
Even though you died, I remain,
in another me-niverse with You... two-point-o