Creative Writing, Poetry

desire.

Despite the possibility that what’s set afire might be set to expire I really just want you and for us to acquire the trust we desire A deep passionate love, an infinite supplier Raging within us, the California wildfires I want this June to be an amplifier, taking us higher, Climbers up on high gear.… Continue reading desire.

Creative Writing, Personal, Poetry

The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)

The smell of citrus A distracted mind, Thoughts of warmth, Fears of excess, A real illusion, Easily stripped away.   The smell of citrus, On her hands, In her hair, Washed away the scent Of other, Innocently accumulated, Yet cursed with assumptions, Longing, hushed glances, Radio silence.   The smell of citrus She wished he… Continue reading The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)