Lay in the grasslegs intertwined the first time I'm taken captive by your eyes.Sunlight soft your lips on minecheeks flush warm is it you? or the red wine? - A S C 

I like the hour before  a first date. Rushing tofinalize a restaurant, the right mix of easygoing and classy, not unlike my outfit.The same denim skirt because it never fails and he’s never seen it before in any case.A daze of excitement and panic even though I have plenty of time, butwhat if the train runs late, what if it rains what if I forget his namewhat if the food isn’t great,what if he’...

when we hugged for the first timeour bodies fitting together like jigsaw piecesi knew if anything were to happen to youi won’t ever feel complete  when our lips met for the first timebehind the boards away from prying eyesi didn’t feel fireworks or butterfliesinstead, i knew i was home  when our tongues intertwined for the first timeplaying with each other for dominancemy mouth didn’t forget a...

on the beach, with half of my honestywhat I left at home, a little lieI don’t know anything about thisonly just met you and I have some questionsreality and an increase in stingraysthat we ignore stepping out into the waveswith all my awkward pride I watch you swimmingdisappear and return, shiveringstaring off and covered with sand I’ll explain myobsession with Wonderland by Murakamiuntil we se...

I remember the day we met:We learned we had matching tattoosOf our favourite constellation.I knew then our souls couldn’t lose.And on that first cold winter night,Our breathing synced, hearing your heart -- Like a child listening to shells,Watching waves kiss before they part.

It’s me standing at the sinkYou walking up behind meArms around meResting your chin on my shoulder It’s me tiptoeing down the hallway At three AMYou following meLaughter that we try to muffle It’s me lying beside you in bed After sexYou not wanting me to leaveKisses on eyelids It’s me sitting next to you on the sofaFeet on your lapYour hands on my legA comfortable silence It’s me crying on the ...

If I were you, wouldn’t get involved.Keep on hanging up, just to watch you call.I still think about what you’d have to saymy heart hurts driving thru East LA, now.I can’t control you, or your timing.Nobody’s hitting my line back.Call me some day, okay fine just—hope you’re not faded.Stop saying you’re proud of meI need people doubting me.Piñata off the balcony, then you watch it all fall out of...