• finchlings commented on the post, punished 6 years, 5 months ago

    you are twisted up
    in the sheets next to me,
    the long of your back
    pressed against the side of mine,
    bare skin on bare skin.
    and each mole and
    dimple
    and freckle
    spattered across you
    is a punishment.

  • finchlings commented on the post, winged 6 years, 5 months ago

    o! o’er the
    clouds i follow
    the path of your
    destruction,
    the crashing
    of broken music and
    the screams
    of damned souls:
    a choir to your
    benevolence.

  • finchlings commented on the post, truth 6 years, 6 months ago

    the truth of it all
    is that there isn’t
    an answer that
    you feel like hearing
    from me

  • finchlings commented on the post, flames 6 years, 6 months ago

    i watch as the
    very ends of you catch
    and burn,
    and smolder,
    and wonder if the flames
    feel as glorious,
    as freeing,
    as they look.

  • finchlings commented on the post, knock 6 years, 6 months ago

    there’s a knock on the door,
    but i won’t answer.
    your feet are tucked up against the back of my knees,
    cold toes pressing into the crease,
    and your breath is
    hot
    against the back of my neck.

    there’s another knock,
    and another,
    but this time is for us.

  • finchlings commented on the post, startled 6 years, 6 months ago

    You were surprised when I told you my name,
    A half-smile inching across the
    planes of your face.
    You chuckled,
    Almost laughed,
    And when I asked you what was so funny,
    You said:
    “That’s my name, too.”

  • finchlings commented on the post, stalled 6 years, 6 months ago

    there is a truck parked on the side of the road
    not far from the old farmhouse
    where we used to meet

    its tires are slashed and
    its bright paint is
    peeling, rust creeping up its sides.

    it’s like its waiting for something, or
    someone,
    patient through the rain and the snow,
    but no one ever comes
    or stops a moment just
    to look.

    i…[Read more]

  • finchlings commented on the post, grasped 6 years, 6 months ago

    he grabbed you with his heavy hands as you
    grasped at the fringes of the thought
    that destroyed the two of you

  • finchlings commented on the post, growing 6 years, 7 months ago

    you have a love of growing things
    that i love to watch

    you hover over plant seedlings
    anxious until the little green stalks
    start to push out of the dirt

    you watch little children
    with jealous eyes and an
    honest adoration that would
    drive me mad if i didn’t know

    that you look at me with that same
    bright hunger

  • finchlings commented on the post, salesman 6 years, 7 months ago

    you pull me in by the lips
    teeth sinking into tender flesh
    worrying it red
    i don’t have time for this
    but i let you invite yourself in
    and lock the door behind you
    you’re the best
    kind of salesman

  • finchlings commented on the post, claims 6 years, 7 months ago

    you can’t tell from just glancing
    but under my shirt are the
    bruises you worked onto me
    with heavy hands and blunt teeth
    fingers sinking in until the skin bloomed
    with purple and scarlet
    a sunset marked under my very skin

  • finchlings commented on the post, husband 6 years, 7 months ago

    they say “married” like it’s supposed
    to mean something to me
    or to you
    but all it is is shackles
    and tangled legs in the early morning
    i don’t need a label on me to know i’m yours
    and the ring on your finger
    plain gold with tiny letters inside
    is almost unnecessary

  • finchlings commented on the post, wall 6 years, 7 months ago

    people always assume that walls are hard things;
    limiting things,
    restricting.

    but walls can support just as much
    as they divide;
    and i have to say that i’m grateful for both of those things

    after you slam the door and
    leave me
    to lean against the solid north wall of our house,
    the last thing i have left.

  • finchlings commented on the post, systems 6 years, 7 months ago

    you watch the skies with a hunger that eludes my understanding
    watching planets and stars with a lust
    that sparks in the silent blackness of space

    i can taste the cosmos in your mouth and feel
    the galaxies under your skin
    buried under vessels and organs

    i can feel the stars in your fingers
    and the nebulae in your eyes,
    dimmed,
    but…[Read more]

  • finchlings commented on the post, features 6 years, 7 months ago

    there are sixteen things that i love about you
    the way your hair falls into your eyes
    the way you lick your lips until they crack and bleed
    fingers finding mine in the dark

    the jut of your hipbones pressing into my side
    the quiet of your eyes on mine
    too many things to illustrate with words