I want a lover a lover who not only sees me but knows me the way that flower knows its root the way the moon knows its luminescence the way those birds know the current of the wind I want someone to peel me open like the skin of an orange, the flesh of its shell and drink me whole I want a lover who digs into me with hands scouring hills fingernails laden in lust lips wet with hunger eyes wide open I want this the way you want me I see this from the longing in your eyes the w
He had this way of making me feel like the only woman in the room and yet the last person he'd set his gaze on. I'd look at him from across a crowded party, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, to feel that warm sense of recognition that hit just the right spaces within me, yet were as frequent as witnessing a star firing across the sky. He knew the words that filtered into my soul, the gestures I would cipher pure and the corners of my back where his hands would coast and land
Dear Aaron, I saw you from across the bar; your long hair tucked behind your ears, a few strands masking your eyes. You were playing pool with a girl you came out with, both of you focusing on the movement of the ball when it was your turn. I was on vacation in Los Angeles at the time, sitting with friends at the corner booth, watching from a distance. I pointed you out to them, noticing how the bright lights above the pool table accentuated your cheek bones and how when you
Dear Marco, How are you? Your photos pop up on my computer from time to time; you seem like you're doing well. Life in Europe always looks so alluring. The rolling curves of the Amalfi Coast, the crystals cascading from ocean waves, guitarists on street corners playing for themselves and the night sky, the romance that's blooming within every crevice of its landscape - it's easy to fall in love when there's boundless love all around you. I remember how every new experience wi
He told me he could picture us getting married one day. He brushed his beard against the side of my face, his wet lips grazing my ear, and he smiled as he said it. We were sitting intertwined on his black leather couch after we got home from a friend’s birthday party. He had drank quite a bit throughout the night - a few Johnnie Walker Black’s neat. I could tell he was feeling more relaxed and happier than usual. I laughed it off and didn’t take it too seriously. We had been
Do you ever think about the energy of a space? How it's not only the people who inhabit a room or a home that bring it life? Take, for instance, my current writing view. I'm sitting in my living room and to my right is the front door. On the back of the door is a coat hanger with a collection of my boyfriend and I's jackets, hats, umbrellas, and bags. On the floor to the left of the door is my boyfriend's brown, leather shoes. Underneath them is a small, reversible area rug.