an empty poem i was never able to fill.
this poem stayed empty because my heart was too heavy for my chest and i couldn't untwist my tongue.
eye love.
you make love to me with your eyes.....
in dim, empty rooms that we light and fill with passion, lust, madness.
when you look at me i can feel you pierce through my being, my energy, my potential: my all.
i am explicitly nude.
you are intensely aware.
it is in the moments in which our eye contact is sustained, that our love is made.
love:
a moment of impact.
a moment of synchrony.
a moment of connection.
a moment of clarity.
a moment of insane sanity.
a moment of life.
you see, you look at me and i can't look away.
-those eyes. those eyes fucked me forever
gluttony.
you satisfy my cravings.
but, when it comes to you .... this appetite is unquenchable.
-i just had you, i already want you again.
listen.
listen to me closely when i'm not talking.
listen to my skin, it's Braille.
-our morse code.
the spotless mind.
if you want your mind to be spotless. don't you ever crack it open.