2018-present: New entries from old OD WIPs

You picked me when I was fresh, my skin firm and flesh tasty, dripping with dew. Yet deep within, my seeds grew bitter, soiled from my doubt that your hunger could last long enough to consume all of me. And still now I remain certain you will chase new tastes and cave to new cravings.…

His mouth kept no word unsaid that could lift her spirits or calm her heart; His eyes never settled for too long upon the skin of another; His thoughts would not nourish a grudge to grow beyond a seed; His steps aimed not only to lead, but to also at times be lead; His hands…

They both crave something: he, what’s between her thighs; she, her reflection in his eyes. Though the black box of each other’s intentions suggests the odds of these wishes being granted are uncertain, even the slightest sliver of hope delays the giving up of this timeless pursual, so — they go f...

I chose the perpetual cold of  you over much warmer climates existing only a short walk away; brushes with your still hands over any other's frenzied touch, your skin so cold I'd feel warmer alone; the attention of your frosty stare over picturesque, rosy smiles, despite the way it slowed my hear...

Love is frightening from a distance; Love is distracting at arm’s length; Love is difficult to let pass by; Love is boring its way into the soul; Love is impossible to hold inside forever; Love is daring one to go all in; Love is death to self.

He takes to flight, his tail alive with swishes, wags and swirls, parading ’til the touch of dusk on pirouettes and twirls; and once his tiny heart is stayed from dancing the day long, you’ll find this crooner with a mate now swooning from his song.

There's a frown shaping your lips, and I'd like to see it flipped into a smile brave and true. There are tears staining your cheek, and I'd like to lift your week by wiping all of them away. There's a birthmark on your back, and I'd like to tell you that an angel painted it…

Don't gauge my happiness by the size of my smile, nor my loyalty by one bad decision; don't mistake my lifestyle for my ideals, nor my curt conversation for disinterest; don't judge my clothes by your own taste, nor my character by the length of my hair. You don't have to understand – only stop&h...

In twos you divide and you multiply: Faced with grief alone I’m twice as sad as when I grieve with you; Lips long since kissed are half as sweet as yours now in my view; When you compliment I feel twice as young as I know me to be; Outside your wings I’m half as…

I am building a bridge to you – ever so slowly, lest it crumble – one I intend to cross only once, else die atop unfinished; but your movements distance you, the latter seeming certain now. Yet I steel my heart to buck against the human tendency to forget – that one defense which, in…