Your lips against my skin
make my bones smolder.
You are subtle like the imprints
of fingertips pressed along
my thighs dissolving into
each other.
Can you can read my life with
my heart beat in your palm?
With Scorpio eyes recycled
like the mist of morning rain.
we are sun and moon falling
can love survive us?
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
