the lurking turkey Northampton, MA

Shine

By Jonathan Galassi
 
Riches, a little dollop of your shine
is everything I need to make my day:
cheek of polished apple, wink of wine,
forehead semaphore along my way;
or torque of body gilded in the spray,
toothy, tonguey, stretched-saliva grin,
melon water sliding off a chin,
eyelash droplet where a sunbeam plays.
Slick of foam that glistens on the rim,
coffee cream curl, baby oil spill, oh,
and gabardine lap-luster, zipper shimmer,
moiré patent-leather afterglow:
I hoard it, all the gold that makes you mine
(like finger ink spot, gaudy brilliantine).

leading up to jan. 1

No, I won’t believe

Oh love
Right from the start
You were old love
Like we’ve never been parted
You kissed me
Your hands down my side to my hips
Still shivers inside
All the breathing
From your mouth through mine
About how long
There’s hunger for one more time
Lover of mine, when I kissed you
I felt so good, tell this tale to me

Well I won’t believe
That I’m already here
Tell this tale to me
No, I won’t believe
That we’re already here

Oh love, you covered my skin
With your eyes as they found me
I kissed you, danced in your sand
And fell into a never ending moment

And the whisper from your mouth through mine
With those words that gently filled my lungs
Lover of mine, when I’m with you
I forget how am I to being lonely
Living without you
Spend another day passing by you
Don’t wanna know how it feels if I do
Tell this tale to me
No, I won’t believe
That I’m already here
Tell this tale to me
I won’t believe
That we’re already here
Tell me, this is real
No, I won’t believe
I won’t believe
No, I won’t believe
No, I won’t believe

Touch her heart before her body.
6-Word Story #71 (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: writingsforwinter, via thatkindofwoman)

wanderings. 

booksofoitnb:


ok, I know Alex Vause is the shit, and everyone knows it - but Piper is hot too, for these exact reasons. Well-read = Sexy. As. Hell. 

booksofoitnb:

ok, I know Alex Vause is the shit, and everyone knows it - but Piper is hot too, for these exact reasons. Well-read = Sexy. As. Hell. 

one individual's fancy while in search of lost time