December 2010
46 posts
Today I gave my boyfriend a play dough burger set...
The smell of moonlight lingers close by But gone is the deep black perfume of night. Slathered in the gravy of gravity, I stop reaching for the moon as I lie on a bed of warm sand.
The raw sunrise comes. Clouds run reckless and out of breath As free as laughter.
Our hearts burn as dark as berries, viscous lilting under the sun of our mind. Bodies are sillhouetes, stencils from the sky
Red...
Our bodies, are designed with stain glass stutters. as dynamic as scribbles of a raw sunrise scintillating like stars, every murmur, blending into exotic scars.
Art falls and spreads it self, as reckless as laughter Deep dyes stain our necks, our stomachs, our chests. the colours of crave transpire out of our minds’ skies. Our lungs now relish the special colour of breathing.
XVII (I do not love you...) - Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love...
November 2010
27 posts
rubberbandgirl:
New York Girls - Morningwood
and there it glimmers
and there it glimmers
Mesmeric.
a dazzling chandelier of voices rusty in beautiful echoes, coating its aging brass. mutters of light, chatters of childhood, dark shadow sighs romantic stain glass stutters in my mind’s skies.
mariaaarassie:
Marry You - Bruno Mars
