boum. c'est le blog.

The sun inside of him rages like wildfire and he is gold gold gold and he is scorching the skin of my heart, yet still he pretends that he is safe for me to love, that his hands are gentle, that his fingerprints won’t be seared into the notches of my spine. The sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze; he knows this, he does. And he still asks me to love him, to face the flame. Find me in the ashes.

i will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Et boum...! C'est le choc...