The Sun Will Rise

I lie in bed And all the voices In my head Come screaming To the forefront Of every thought I’ve ever had And I doubt myself And everything I am The color of the sky And the green of your eyes I could say I love you But the voices tell me No I amContinue reading “The Sun Will Rise”

Santa Monica

sea foam painted sea glass sunk into the sockets of his face, Santa Monica sunshine glazing summer skin cerulean skies, limoncello light, ignite tie-dyed waves, come crashing into tanned legs tangled with mine trapeze twirling limbs our breath born into hymns hands deep in searing sand clamouring for cool in the harbour heat sipping sexContinue reading “Santa Monica”