Layers of Red Paint
Brian Skins says, "Hey, wait. One more swig of Jack."
"Come on, Skinny. I wanna see if I'm gonna be a millionaire." Jest slams the door of Skins's 4runner. Winter winds blew east, not phasing Jest's bare chubby arms.
[and i don't know when or why I started this...]
Before workshops and publishing, it's all trash anyway.
Because she feels comfortable with his lack of discretion
she feels okay to reveal herself feels no need
to wait for someone to pick her up
from her long ride feels no need to ask
for permission to go with this man who has
No need for someone in particular
with eyes searching for his sign as her destination
Because she feels comfortable with his desolation
she chooses to approach first before his first approach
like a deer running toward an arrow
before the hunter releases his bow
meant to shoot a still deer who waits
for the arrow to approach first without knowing
that its predator hunts...
musique de lune
Le homme de mes rêves
Rapacious grip. under precipitation,
I yearn to give you Eros,
Eunomia, Hemaphroditus, Peitho,
Priapus, Rhodos, Tyche. I cannot escape
your rapacious grip.
Turn-ons
A man who:
has a great sense of style, not necessarily trendy and fashionable, but deliberately-yet-effortlessly creates and ensemble each day. Maybe he wears cool vintage blazers, or he layers faded tees, or he wears just a thin fitted button-down and khakis. Please stray away from the status-symbol suits n ties or the classic aka boring button-down and slacks. Crazy interesting sneakers OR comfy flip flops are a must. Anything cool, casual, and either unusual or effortless.
has great hair. preferably touchable. mmmm shaggy... faux hawk... punky spikey if you're blessed with...
