your haunting silhouette renders me motionless, renders me as a painter with no hands… completely incapable of the necessary actions full to the brim with yearning and loathing for those who can reach out and touch the paint I see in the corner of your lips, the paint that is the dream… the dream would be to touch my lips to yours and relive the sweet, tender grazing that just mere moments...
the night could turn golden with paint brushes caught in strands of hair, crimson, violet, blends upon finger tips canvas laid out before bare feet, bare hands, a blank body attacking a blank page, both coming out unclean and impure in the purest of ways, night could fade with the splash of tinted water onto a fresh sheet of paper pen smearing words together syllables unreal to most ...
stay awake all night, let time fall from your mind into the pools of space the twisting canals of your ears create and from there out, let it touch toes with the rolling thunder clouds that instead begin to echo in your heartbeat, the lightning that crosses out the time on your bedside clock let falling asleep become lulling into a state of listening and feeling the earth shake out...
and I dance, toes pointed to the edges of existence, because in your eyes I don’t exist. broken down body, dragging like a rag doll, yet every melody pulsates energy through my bones, deep into my veins, and begs me to turn, to cry out loud with the language of physicality. if I can move, I can breathe, and I refuse to fall to chaos. dancing is its own chaos, poetic perfection in the idea that...
Dreaming of the ocean floor Electric blue folds of fabric, the ocean itself, wrap around her body as it waves with each revolution around his center of gravity. His peach hand rests on her back, a bird perched beside the sea, watching the waves rush in he pulls her towards him letting water assault his ebony coat tails a waterfall of emotion beats against each strand of their...
There’s a glow beneath the surface as the stars drift off to sleep, greeting morning air with their slight kisses light fading and transforming into the deepest light of day… warming the earth slowly as I can imagine your eyes cracking with the break of dawn. their blue pigments scattering across the sky, falling between the clouds like the missing pieces of my day you slowly fill back...
your silence clamors in my ear breaks my being beat by missed beat I find I can no longer hear at all
there are words bouncing between my ears, dripping through the cracks in my smile but silent they remain. never audible, but perhaps visible. my face hidden behind this page, you won’t see the quivers in between syllables, or the shy glances at the end of each phrase, you’ll only see content, simply stated once this decoration stops, this first stanza parts and like the red sea my heart spills...
let’s harmonize with the waves bass tone and lose our thoughts to home away from home
every morning I kiss the very edge of my coffee cup like another’s lips pressed to mine, a kiss to wake up to, a sweetly caffeinated “good morning” whispered against my tongue. its a morning affair, intimate like pillow talk or a gentle caress asking for one more kiss one more and one more don’t leave my bed this morning, no you don’t have to go to work, lets stay in today, mouth to...
He was cigarettes and sex walking… his lips twisted like smoke around hers, their bodies – perfect reflections, they were pushing, pulling, oral fixations, addictions, they were the definition of “my drug”, obsessions. they were a haze, every breath was a burning sensation, a realization “I’m still alive” slowly dying, but who gives a fuck about that? they were sweat personified, dripping...
This is a project that I started in the summer of 2011 with friends from college. It all came as combination of the things I like to do most in the world: write poetry, write/paint on bodies rather then canvases, and take photographs - all while spending time in the beautiful outdoors. This is a constantly ongoing project and what I have here is just the start. But I plan to continue it for...