imprints
imprints
cut grass
tattooed arms
lone star
carved in skin
new bruise
on my back
your love
brands my heart
imprints
cut grass
tattooed arms
lone star
carved in skin
new bruise
on my back
your love
brands my heart
oh! the uncontainable luxury of a spacious saturday morning as we stretched out on your bed limbs entangled skin to skin we spoke of the spaciousness of the land of man’s need to contain it and the earth’s persistence in asserting herself i– drew a pattern on your beautiful back to illustrate a river’s path…
“I have abused my power, forgive me. You mean we actually are One?” I wasn’t in the mood to study French so I listened to this entire album while biking around the lake the other day. Biking lends itself to deep listening so I heard every difficult word of this song. So good. I’ve been…
Spitfire by The Prodigy on Grooveshark When my body is filled with endorphins and sweat is rolling down my back, there’s no room for anything but “Fuck, yeah!” “That’s right.” “YES!” and other bits of goodness.
a wound begging to be touched
and healed
today, as we played she said, “I didn’t know your ribs were ticklish.” i thought of how i know where you like to be kissed and stroked but i didn’t know all your soft places and you didn’t know mine (hurt happened) as i started crying, she said, “maybe this isn’t a good time for…
some people are crazy obsessive, cruel and so sad love them anyway keep your windows closed doors with locks from the inside love them anyway with heart protected the fire warm and tended love them anyway