March 2012
6 tags
Spare a Dollar
I am homeless.
Never asking for much.
Sometimes they give me more,
sometimes less.
At times, nothing at all.
I live on the corner of Misery and Bliss.
Four cardboard walls define these broken bones.
Drenched in thought,
carefully embellished with my fond memories.
The streets here are cold and made not of concrete,
but of cigarette butts and left over dreams.
I like long walks through...
ecsta--sea asked: Gorgeous piece of poetry, point blank
February 2012
6 tags
Clouded Perspective
I’ve memorized the landscape of your body,
the geography of your bones.
Some soft, silk oasis.
I like the dimples in your back.
Those two freckles on your cheek.
Your legs, your lips, your teeth.
But above all, are those mud puddle eyes.
I can see the love in them.
My hands chart your mountain range spine.
Grazing your vineyard ribs.
Your skin is smooth- polished maple.
Just lay...
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