Fireworks In Fists Of Kings

grandiseromanticism101:

The chaos in making sons and daughters into proper lovers..

I’m picturing you trudged and without doubt

Stark naked
And awake.
I long for your lips to break apart into renderings of familiar affections..
..That’s all this writing is for

Right now I’m not in a clever mood.
I write out of necessity
To life
To the occasional yelp of brilliance
To your perfect silhouette
To my being taken by everything you do

Speculate intrusions and embrace excursions

© 2010
Alexander E. Owen