Love In The Same Gender

When two hands are precisely made for eachother; intimate and full of love; making the passion go further than before.. Maybe there isn’t distinction between mine and your features, but all I tend for is to make this work with all of our believes and our common futures.. ….  Our hearts are absolutely not in

Guitar Sounding Summer

The restful summer breeze since the 5th of June, maybe a little bit too early I see. but can you feel the 21th day making her appearance slowly and so free? … Well, my body keeps herself busy, busy with the changing of the seasons, discoverings about the willow trees and her many shelters: in

Cigarettes

My old jeans, and her stories. A familiar scent; it seems: of the morning dew and her tobacco, Each old habit yet like a new sensation in my pocket.. …. Where can I find you then, in the aroma where we are ; ourselves temporarily? … I feel nicotine in her fondness and her datermination;

Death, do not be….:

Do not be chilly, do not be black. .. Do not beat in axienty, do not be a heart attack. .. Do not be like a rending in silence, Do not be like a stabbing knife in all of her violence.. … Do not be like a life you just blew. Do not be like

Toothpaste

In the dawn of this morning the sun waiting for the right time to come throughout my window, without a warning. I feel my body wants to rise and the reflection of my face staring back at me in the mirror; it’s always in the morning when I realize.. ….. Interruption of a restful silence,

I Don’t Want To Leave It.. My Bed..

Monday morning, too tired to say goodbye to this trusted bed, i’m immediately about to leave, A hard decision for me to believe; I have to let to stay them here; the sheets. .. And I’m once again walking onto the busy streets, with myself finally plumping down as I’m getting enough of this humanity,