sharp edged pages have given me many papercuts over the last few years. for every scenario on a different page, another wound ensues. some boys cut deeper than others and some are barely felt. miniscule being the cuts you gave me, they are still the most superficial. it's easy to look down and see what you left me with ( Read more... )

my tiny fists beat against your chest while our drunken attempts to dance fail miserably. i want away from this crowded dance floor, and out of the air we're both breathing. it's suffocating the both of us at dizzying speeds and i cannot breathe around you. and this worries me. i was levelheaded before you pinned me up against the wall, and i'm ( Read more... )

inconvenient timing they call it ( Read more... )

hands and mouths turn red...
when first impressions are left at the nightstand
and clothing is shed faster
than your anticipation and my devouring smile.

he doesn't speak spanish and neither do i, but i still try and teach him words to live by. ahora, aqui, besome, roll off my tongue and into his mouth and i wish he would listen to me when i tell him he's special. he's got his mind wrapped up in keeping one foot out the door, and i've got his body wrapped up in blankets whose only purpose keep ( Read more... )

silence ( Read more... )

I've been here a week plus now and it's great. I've had the opportunity to walk around the city right outside the AFB and people watch and shop. The Japanese are so courteous and friendly, catering to Americans, tourists, and people in general. You see many American men marrying Japanese women (perhaps because the women are made to play house and ( Read more... )

inconsistent laughter plagues the worst
playing innocent beneath the dirty sheets.
all wrapped up and no desire to untangle
following your lead...
while you follow my reactions.

i am sarcastic and pessimistic with a better tinge of warmth. i am taken by someone that does not exist quite yet. i haven't been outdoors in quite sometime. it has been cloudy for a week and i'm hoping that the sun never touches my face again. i am enveloped in grey and i stretch out my arms in fog and touch what i cannot see. i have aspirations ( Read more... )

my temple fits cleanly in the fleshy part of collarbone and chest and the quickest way to your heart is through your breastplate. i've got my hand halfway up your ribcage squeezing like neo, listening to the words come out of your mouth in notes that have never sounded so beautiful.