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T O N G U E / T R A I L S

I Begin My Descent From Neck To Nipple,

        Teasing Your Tongue While Seizing Your Lips -

2 Fingers Dipped In Sugar

        & Tulips Blossoming On Your Mouth.

I Press My Palm On Your Pelvis

         And Delve Into Your Sweetest Secrets

Reciting Them Right Back To You

         Through Each Stroke - Rich With Sweat.

I Taste You Mostly To Understand You Better

         To Live Your Fears x And Love Your Truths

While Juice Drips Down My Chin

         And Lightening Flows Through Your Legs.

And After The Sun Sets In Silence

         When Stars Shine Bright On Glistened Skin

And Our Supernova’s Are Recharged,

         I Will Get To Trace Your Name Again.

01:08
The Initiate

Can I Walk With You?

Can I Talk To You?

Can I Be Shy Enough To Pretend To Say Something?

Can You Stay The Extra Few Seconds It Takes My Confidence To Wake Up?

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Can I Sit With You?

Can I Learn From You?

Can You See This Compliment Comes Without Agenda?

Can This Interest Cut Through The Societal Red Tape?

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Can I Tea With You

Can I Laugh Through You?

Can I Listen To What Makes Your Face Light Up?

Can I Be The Gasoline That Keeps It Burning?

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Can We Sade Together?

Can We Overcast Weather?

Can The Cafe In The Corner Be Our Bubble?

Can No One Outside Of Us Have Tools Sharp Enough To Pop It?

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Can I Lay With You?

Can I Read You?

Can Your Long Days At Work’s Jungle Come Home To Longer Stays In Our Garden’s Eden?

Can My Fingertips Reupholster The Callouses That Built Hills On Your Body?

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Can We We Together?

Can We Free Together?

Can Our Anniversaries Build Higher Than Our First Walk?

Can Forever Be Just This Moment?

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Can I Live?

Can We….Live?

A Boy Can Dream.

11:44

What Happens When The Two Of Us Become Entrenched In Our Own World?

Eyebrows Become Roads,

Fingers Become Compasses,

Bodies Become Maps:

And We Travel,

               We Travel,

                     We Travel,

                             We Travel. Traversing Each Other | Around The World In 80 Days | Racking Up Guinness Records | Discovering New Territories.

All The While Collecting Checks On More Sleepless Nights As The Life Outside Of Our Personal Gaia Moves On Without Us.

They Like To Tell Us That There Is More Honesty At The End Of A Bottle Than There Is In Our Eyes, But I Know A Lie When I Drink It And I Know That You Know That I Know Commitment Is Best Injected Under Sober Pretenses: So We Know It’s Real And Such..

Sensory Expressions Are Visceral And Everything New Is Beautiful.

Our Union Is The First Time A Baby Sees Its Mother | The Game Winning Hit In The Little League Game | The Bass In Your Veins At The Concert You Snuck Out Of Your House And Defied Your Parents To Go See | That Red Cup Of Maturity At The Frat Party | Putting The Down Payment On That First Place You Saw With The Exceptional Lighting…

All Memorable For Being The Memories We Generated Through Pure Adoration…Lost In The Sea Of Self…We Swim Against The Current…With Such Daring Flare…Taunting Galaxies Though Without The Intent To Harm…Floating Through The Debris Of Hate, War, Famine, And Ignorance…Yet Still Our Bubble Won’t Pop.

This Isn’t Universal. This Is Intimacy In Its Purest, Powdery Form. This Is Pre Lust And Post Sex In All Its Secular Matrimony.

This Is The Sankofication Of Love: We’ve Always Had It…Now We’re On Our Way Back Home.

22:52
Paint In An Angry Room Color #7

Where Do We Find The Balance

Between Protecting Ourselves

x Wearing Our Hearts On Our Sleeves?

I Admit I’m A Mess

And Though I Know Admittance Is The First Step,

For The Life Of Me

I Can’t Seem To Get This Right Leg

Out Of The Quicksand.

The Only Constant Is This Need To Paint You In My Angry Room

And Shed The Skin That’s Been Weighing Me Down Far/For

Too Long.

The Universe Projects A Gaudy Confidence.

Telling Us That We’re Going To Rejoin It’s Vastness

But Not Telling Us When,

Forcing Us To Make A Choice Very Early

In This Game Of Life:

Do You Trust Yourself Enough To Live Through The Uncertainty

Or

Will You Let Doubt Cloud Your Person Until You’re A Person

No More?

You Be The Judge.

Peep The Rest Of The Series

14:51
Scratches. i

I See Your Face In Pockets Of Nostalgia.

I Hear Your Voice Hollowed Amongst The Subway Tunnels.

I See Your Body Outlined In Stars Putting On The Performance Of A Lifetime Every Moment I Look Up.

Each Glimmer Is A Dance.

Each Pattern Is A Trance.

And Each Fading Light Is A Chance To Remember That Forever Is Just A Tease.

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Silent Vows II

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