Naked Poetry

Intimacy. A hand. Take the palm off. The lines— the heat, it’s intimate. Put it back on. I mean it. The lips have a language all their own. Speak it. Intimacy on her breath, the lion’s here. One more story all along the lines line your palm. I, intimacy! She takes me away with that smile! Yes! Yes, yes!

This is as far as I’ll go.

Everything returns to the Moment it was made.

You taught me laughter and abandon.

Musings on a Sunday morning

Adèle here, reporting to you alive with love, all love.

I was trying to figure out why in the world I was still in love with this girl so I wrote down the word “Because, “ (insert name here) and went from there. I ended up sending it to her and at the time I recorded it just like that with a guitar. I sent it to her and she was like omg that was beautiful why am I crying I feel like you see through me and that she didn’t deserve my art because “who the f*** was she” and anyway, I was happy because it had an effect and I didn’t expect that reaction. I was honestly just writing out of sheer sadness and hopelessness but that’s how I deal with life I make art. So that’s what’s on the end of my fork today, people! Enjoy and let me know what you think and if you’ve had similar situations.

The Explain Your Name Game