To be patient.
Not in vain.
But in honor.
Of a bigger something
that hasn’t been named.
To feel it like the beds
of finger tips
rolling up your spine
as a mouth lands
on that perfect spot of your neck;
closest to your pulse beating up your throat.
Resting, caught in a perfect tide with the one it senses on the
of the inside
of the skin against yours.
the way you feel the earth
when you lay in it, when
you’re able to grasp it between your hands in fistfuls
while it slips through them
get into my eyes.
Let me submerge myself in you
until you fill
Until you ooze out of me as I finally lay down to rest from you.
The makings of a person are a beautiful thing to be covered in.
tryna make things mean more than w/e they are iz hell
who else is tired in the morning
love is wholly selflessly simple distraction
lust iz holy selfishly complex distraction
There are those days at the end of the summer when all hope is lost; this was one of them.
Living in this city means wandering with the ghosts of anyone you’ve ever seen anything with constantly by your side.
There is no way not to remember that time at Architokes on 1st when your best friend puked on the bouncer. The bouncer they had at a fucking pizza place at 2 am; because yes, he was actually necessary.
There’s no way you can walk up 7th Ave and not remember working at Foot Action for a summer and making enough money to take your first boyfriend to Friday’s across the street for 2 Two for Ones and 2 large Strawberry Daiquiris.
Best nights of my life.
It’s gotta be so good your knees give out from underneath you. Let it feel like a hammer has hit each cap covering the ligaments holding your joints in place. You have to come up with a better bunch of synonyms for the things you feel.
-note to self
The movie “The Saint” (1997) featuring Val Kilmer in Russia and Trip-Hop.