sun and moon – House of Heart

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?

art by William Oxer

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Published by grumpygorman

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...

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