Peach kissesOver button-down shirts — Why did you run awayFrom her? When things got raw,You recognised the long straw — Did you scare yourself,Away? Again? How long will youDeny yourself love, Because you fucked it upOnce?Because it’s hard, unapologetically,intense? Peach kisses,Over button-down shirts — You don’t have to runAway From her.
Light drips off his chest,and I open mine to afeather touch inside. Like kisses, soft lip touchesbrush against the inside of the burning of my chest. I wonder, what would it be like,to make love to the Ocean? At the hearth of my home,when I return – from traipsing throughthe landscapes of my mind –thereContinue reading “#8 healing poetry; a maybe type of love”