I’m so sorry .

The power he already holds is scaring the shit out of me.

  -  26 July
"You are the porch light,
always on, always telling
me I can come home."

Softly Perfect


I crave your hands
softly on my ribcage
in early morning perfection.
Let your body wake me

with the perfect curve of
creation on my waist
and between my thighs.
Disappear slowly to me

erase every wrinkle
of time, of worry
with your hands
or with your lips.

I am yours fully,
buried deep in your soul,
burrowed between the
web of your ribs,

living in the space
of your lungs;
I breathe you in.
You are mine fully

And I am yours.