original sin
My skin is warm; toasty flesh and a beating heart.
Tears fill my eyes with enthusiasm, I feel at home.
You touch this skin, with care and finesse, aware of our tension⦠in tune with our desires.
Within my skin, you have penetrated all layers of protection.
Naked in this skin, I come to you, limp legs and a weak stomach, am I allowed this pleasure?
I gaze upon her, weary eyes and open ears, the sense of this presence and this presence alone makes me still.
At peace with the reality that I am no longer stone.
All of this skin is now a home, for you and I to intertwine and view these signs as gospel.
Come in⦠make yourself at home I say. Believe me, I want you here. This is destiny.
This skin is occupied, filled with your aura, this is our home.
Within our skin, we are whole.
groundhogs day
A trumpet bellows in the distanceβ¦
A shower of yellow warmth invites me to freedom; sipping sweet, succulent satisfaction.
Smoke soars through a cage of bones, unrefined teeth boasts, conjuring a burst of joy.
Seatbelt click, a journey to embark upon.
A sinking of the stomach, suddenly it is no longer harmonious⦠tomorrow shall be the same.
peer within
Perhaps you are right.
Always, you sulk in uncertainty; darting eyes, desperate for a familiar gaze.
Words used to coddle are words with a vacancy, and that is not a true sense of self.
Digest what it means to eat oneβs words, then pass these thoughts through your belly and release.
Perhaps, it will then click and the uncertainty will disperse and all that will be left is closed eyes and defined words.