you cum to me in dreams…
You are the colour of wheat. The hairs on your arm make me think of grass and singed hay and I smile when your cool touch reminds me of dirt. I don’t know why but I like you. I like us. I want to belong to you. I want this to matter. I want you to smile at my arm resting beside yours and forget this place where I live. This silky that rolls over and about my bones, that slithers over my blood, that sighs and lolls about in the hot glare of other men’s eyes.
i prefer you…
Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I’ve wept for you so much, it’s because
I preferred you among so many outlined joys.
— Rainer Maria Rilke —
flights of fancy…
on the horizon…
tell me everything…
Speak to me only
in the liquor of your skin,
unbottled over mine.
Empty your mouth into mine.
Tell me.
Tell me everything.
– Peregrine –
beautiful child…
I’m not sure if my heart should be ignored
I’ll follow any thing that leads me to your door…
… You just drive me wild
– The Blow Monkeys –
hear that…?
It’s your heart beating faster…
hunger games…
singin’ in the rain…
What a glorious feelin’
