summer

It is singing. If I were sleeping on lush green grass under a giant tree on a hill with the wind running wild and the sun going easy on me, it would’ve been a bliss. I’d have loved this bird. The sun is after my ass today; setting my insides on fire and I’m sticky…

Moments

Ask these walls, they know your touch Look at these stairs, remember our steps? Those steamy hours of rush Tense moments of hush Clothes soaked in sweat I see you Gasping for breath There's wildfire inside of you Burning me from beneath Let me set my demons loose Consider it penance Inside you lies my…