my love

you have an air of October and the face of spring, the smell of summer sticks like smooth caramel on your skin and you’re like an open book with flowers on every page, everything untouched yet revealing as you trick the world into thinking they know everything about you whilst the truth is kept for only a privileged few who are determined to see through your facade and the clothes you wear and the way you laugh at boys who aren’t funny but you think are charming, and you smile at them like they have something interesting to say when really you are the interesting one, the girl who is always the muse, his, hers, mine, the girl who is loved by girls and by men but cannot love back, her heart does not allow it. how I wish the touch of her fingers on my skin meant more than lust fueled by the desire to make art with two bodies, to her everything is art, and to be art is to be her everything, she keeps me warm in the autumn, but is gone by the spring as the cool April air sends her to big a...

The fire in your soul mimics the sun and pours out through your fingertips with every stroke Strokes soft like on your canvas and hesitant as though you could ruin it with one wrong move and you did  You ruined it You touched a canvas you shouldn’t have touched and filled it with your desire and your vision and now it belongs to you but you didn’t want to complete it Our friendship was like a Monet painting a distinct image from afar but up close your intentions were blurred and I could never be sure If a look was just a look If a touch was just a touch If a kiss was us expressing our love for other women or our love for eachother You were not my sexual awakening you were my sexual aspiration  The Libra sun shining through you couldn’t resist leading me further into temptation because you knew I would follow You asked me if you should stop and I said no Because I enjoyed the journey more than the destination The journey that would lead to my publicatio...