im so cold, here in my bedroom at the beginning of summer(well, the end of spring) in mississippi where it is supposed to be swelteringly hot this time of year ( Read more... )

no really ( Read more... )

shane and i sat in the woods on a deadfall log, passing a joint back and forth. he absently twirled his crownroyal lighter between his thumb and forefinger, eyeing it pensively ( Read more... )

they sat on opposite sides of the bed, eying each other expectantly, the two girls more ike lions than house cats.

"so the next morning," she says, taking a sip of her coffee and leaning across the cafe table to whisper to her friend, "he wants me to stay in bed." she sat back and laughed, "he asked Me not to get up and leave. what a man, right?"

his girlfriend is sleeping, breathing softly naked in his embrace, her dark hair still damp against his chest. he holds her closer as he cries.

she woke up alone, and the sheets next to her were cold. as she shifted her weight to strech, she could feel the bruises forming on her thighs. there is nothing like a one night stand.

the next day he has bruised on his face because his girlfriend likes it rough.

she sits in his lap, holding him against her as the sweat dries from his back. and she had been sweating too, the saltwater mixing with her body lotion and releasing the scent of coconuts and vanilla. he doesnt notice of course, but she can smell it as she buries her face in his hair, and she smiles.

it is dramatic. moonlight, sweet dreams, and a shrill wind through her bedroom window. the storm has already passed but the cold weather lingers, preventing the spring. she doesnt miss it, the spring. she hasnt noticed it is missing. she is sleeping, warm and comfortable, curled like a cat with her face pressed against her lovers neck, and even the ( Read more... )