The art of not fucking.

I love to sleep
                The sleep of love
                               With you.

Love makes us
Drowsy

Our smaller hands
        Smaller bodies

Night rushes
Into the arms of my lover
                 The back of her mind
                  The length of her spine

Rhythm of slight movements
Drunk on red wine

Love blooms
In sucking scars
Of each others bodies

Softening the harshness
Under the covers

Alternate longings
Half belongings

Exchanging
The art of fucking
For
The art of
Sensual longing.

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Resisting movement.

Sophie wasn’t an unhappy person. She knew how to constantly cheer herself up. She would paint, she would sing along to her favourite artists. Anything to keep herself busy because the only thing that would bring her spirits down was emptiness. In her house alone, Sophie came face to face with the emptiness she dreaded. She was unable to paint a nice picture, her mind wasn’t inspired by anyone or anything around her. She was loosing her interest in things that once gave her life the perfect momentum. Was Sophie burnt out? Was reality being condensed into a day dream of boredom and inaction?
These questions depressed her even more. She wanted so much to be like her old self again. Her old self that always looked forward to the rain so that she could drench in it and feel pure.
Instead, she now stayed indoors when it rained. Her windows were locked and the curtains were drawn.
Sophie turned off the yellow lamp
And got into bed. Alone.

She stayed up with her eyes closed till the morning.
Another day had begun.

Dripping Galaxies.

I drink the night from your lips. This is what happens when desires collide.
You’re soft and you’re burning but I am cold with all the yearning. Take a moment to adjust the map of our lives.
Are you for real? How can you want me so?

Are you the reason
Are you that reason

For whom all my past lovers
I had to let go.

Did all this happen
So that we could merge?

In love. Let’s submerge.

I want to kiss your lips
Let galaxies drip

I want to feel your skin
Rip

I want to be the reason
You clutch your wrists

You close your eyes
And let the sun in your desires rise.

Let’s make love.
From wrong to right.

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