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three sixty

Friday, March 13th, 2009

i name you precarious as you use the entire country of panama to blindfold my eyes and trip my feet because you are all i see. arms holding arms and hands reaching out for hands, i'm not sure or aware or strong enough to really pretend to be it's okay though ...

freedom isn’t free

Thursday, November 20th, 2008

i breathe in rhythmic heartbeats and red leaves and wine and my ribs are bruised from caving in from sobs against your spine    

let freedom ring

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

it's 9pm and i'm eating caramel again my organs twisted up like craning hurricane wind i often wonder if all runners are alike some piece of us arrives and ends up at the same translation of pain as the others and we are back at the intersection where love is situational and comfort is geographical, nothing seems chronological except you ...

crumble for me

Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

it's hard not to change. it's hard not to let this world change me. materialism is rampant, even as our world caves in. i meditate on the good things in life. the smooth ebb and flow of gentle love as compared to argumentative wrestles of the heart. most of the ...

matchbox

Friday, August 29th, 2008

it's quiet tonight and you instruct me where i should place my head, looking straight backward instead of pressed against your cheek . in the midst of our arena of love-making and hope my gasoline-drenched legs rub against the gunpowder of her smoldering words and one morning it was all burning, bandits of courage, ...

we won’t hurry now

Monday, June 23rd, 2008

pull me down hard, drown me in love. just maybe, maybe, slow and steady crowns me queen, swing swing, and melt me like dreams, the way you move lately, i'm rising like wintry steam between the cracks of the concrete street, i'm making holes in the floor of my distrust, ...

the first in flight

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

the first evening, i felt cold. your movements lengthened across the floor and i watched as the clutches of your occasional grin swept girl after girl into your billowing sails (more often, i'd imagine you were a pilot, and that my left side was your wind) sometimes my long waits were melancholy, and ...

of rivers and men

Monday, April 28th, 2008

i. your army-green jacket's sleeves sit awkwardly against the surface of my skin while its collar peeks around my shivering shoulders the leather couch smells like leftover fireplace ashes from winter while the air smells like slow-coming (ambling) spring after w(h)etting our cheekbones with curiosity, the colorado river sleeps beneath our feet. rachmaninoff's weary ...