• We build fences
    We make defenses
    We cower
    To cover
    Our tender
    Emotions
    Never realizing
    That we separate
    When we segregate
    Our feelings.

  • We expand and contract
    Fight and surrender
    We come and go
    As we please
    We understand the bond and
    how the music should sound
    We are instruments of
    Our love making

  • if the light from the sun were to burn on my skin, if the depths of the ocean should drown my soul, if the winds of change should ever carry me away, it would be as nothing compared to the power you possess over me.

  • I discovered you, inch by inch,
    with searching hands and curious feet
    We are wrapped, arm and arm
    You smile at my cunning charms

  • Covered from the rain and the elements. An unexpected natural event had us running hand in hand. Underneath this shelter with you. I see the water dripping from your hair and face, and I smile, because you are here with me. And we are sharing this moment together.

  • AudioPicasso wrote about the word silk 1 year, 9 months ago

    Wrapped in oceans of sheets. A sensuous touch. A moment against naked flesh. Its warm and hot, slippery and shimmering in the moonlit night. You were staring at me, staring at you, and I would have laid there forever in your arms.

  • I am strong, but pliable. I can bend when I wish. I can take many forms, because there is none that I cannot be. I flow with my whims and folly.

  • I am in control of me.
    I am the captain of this vessel.
    I steer the course.
    I follow my heed.
    I am the leader of me.

  • AudioPicasso wrote about the word ill 1 year, 10 months ago

    You are my sickness.
    Aching, painful, bruised
    Reminder of
    What we once were
    You are a scab
    Waiting to heal
    And only time
    Can make it so.

  • AudioPicasso wrote about the word mean 1 year, 10 months ago

    You are misshapen by anger. Your vision is blurred. Your words have a cold bite that stings with intentional harm. You have become beastly, standing in the shadows of your hatred. I am unaffected, but I see the monster inside you.

  • We are interwoven, tied together, we are inseparable. I turn to you and you to me, we collide and coalesce in unison. Neither holding each other up, we nonetheless make each other stronger. You are my greatest strength. We are bound together.

  • Those piercing, knowing eyes, so bright and inquisitive. I think I loved you from that first moment, even though I didn’t have the language to express it. We understood what it meant, you and me. We had the world at our feet, and we feasted on life. It was a simpler time, one that I [...]

  • Love and hate, good and evil, these balancing acts of ever ephemeral notions of right and wrong. You so easily move back and forth between the lines, blurring the meaning within your heart. You say you’re not to blame, I say there is no other that should.

  • we are prisons of our own doing. You live in your’s, I live in mine. If we could only discover the key to unlocking each others doors. We could learn to understand each other, look into each others eyes. We could face each other as equals, instead of the walls that separate us.

  • Our love is set on tracks, stretching out before us to the horizon. We neither know the distance of the travel or the length of time to the destination, but with you by my side, the company will always be good.

  • You arrived in my arms with an impatient rush. I feel a kindred spirit in your warmth. We speak with nods and silent whispers. I had missed you these long months, I thought to myself. Now we shall never be parted. You are home again.

  • They were thin and ran across the side of his face. Each sideburns raced across his jaw to meet in the middle of his chiseled chin. It framed his face, like beautiful charcoal lines, making his boyish face more distinct.

  • AudioPicasso wrote about the word mint 1 year, 12 months ago

    He reeked of mint, slowly sipped from a dirty glass. A lit cigarette passed through narrow lips, crinkling at the corners of his mouth. He was trying too hard to be the man he was twenty years ago. No one took him seriously.

  • AudioPicasso wrote about the word booth 2 years ago

    In the narrow confines of this small space. I kiss you with waiting lips. I feel your breath in my mouth, hot and wandering. My hands instinctively reach for the back of your neck. I pull you close to me. And just as quickly as it started, it ends. I drop my ticket into the [...]

  • AudioPicasso wrote about the word pretzel 2 years ago

    Twisted
    Contorted
    Sesame seeded
    Mustard dipped
    Salty
    Snacky
    Local Mall
    Movie Theater
    Treat
    Thing…
    Yum

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