Lullaby

I have so much hate for you 
That I write to you even when you're asleep 

That's also how much I miss you 
That I talk to you even when you're asleep

morning lust

making shapes with our bodies, when we do
the ones that join u and me from the inside so true
i feel only lust and hunger on your skin
the flame burns on both sides and the line between runs thin
mould we do, our thoughts in person
give me some more and ill wrap you in my sins
caress those bends and seep deep in

anomaly

He pissed me off, I lost lust.
He cummed all over me,
took a breath,
and then said sorry.

Doodles in the head: Her

Each vein is calling out for you, searching

doodles on a train: HIM

Hemp love

The other day I kissed hemp-balm lips for the first time. After forty minutes he took me to the corner, held my hands, said, "I love you and I will never do that to you again". Then he showed me the mirror.

and the award goes to...

Taking over the prize of the Newton,
we bring to you - Minuscule.

He's small and not so fluffy,
has ears that can hear even the drop of a pin, eyes that can see even a hair strand missing,
and although he may look easy to blend in he's the one that makes the difference at every occasion
- good or bad.

He's the guy who hinted out the date on the paper to your ma,
when you got caught with the trippy seeds.

He's the guy who made you panache at the cops 'stache
when he was questioning your sobriety.

He's the guy who hid the naked guy in your room (just fine)
when a suspicious mother came sniffing trouble.

He's also the guy who gave your wife a whiff of the musk,
the one her sister uses.

He's the stitch in every hem, the cut that marks every crystal.

Please give a round of applause to this head-itching, mind-crunching, nail-biting, ugg-oid,
who's used to making every bit of your nasty life even more nasty, and vice-versa.