Poetry and quote image archive.

in these moments i feel this how it used to be seconds before the wind blew like this we rise from conversations we had in the before in the details in the moments where i could say what i wanted before it broke before …

between walls and streets water and sand i touch you here between years of our currents these waves, how they ride i taste you in theory the theory of us two inside this like water in cracks how we slip how you slide ho…

details in you are where i remember a desire worth longing for something that lingers just beneath skin just beyond words i break into pieces slowly to taste you to touch you to etch you into places i can’t explain we p…

to ease into how i melt by the ways of water i release into the motion of rapids i lean toward i twine myself in my mind wrapping edges of branches like kelp in sand i work for you between the moons we chase at night i …

to touch lights in ways we melt into things we say and words, how they skip between cracks of the streets we walk through on nights where temperature peaks and feels almost at ease i taste to touch to feel, to bask to s…

for this to be in this life to exist i pretend to use words in sentences for what they mean i paint you in the entirety of how i explain and if time exists in the way you are then you are the only thing real to me becau…

in solitude i remember moments roads we cling to before the hinges broke on doors we swung i stand in the revolving trying to find myself in electricity in the magnitude of what we become yet i perceive you in flashes i…

we relay in fragments shadows behind mirrors we form ourselves in steps in the sway we make as we pace i find triumph between words conversations left at doors we make ourselves in turns the twirl of our years we spin i…

i lean into reasons how the sky reads and pages burn clouds fade into things we speak into existence in quiet rooms and i ask for you in forms in windows i drive by to see you in reflection is the only thing real to me …

i know time nests in the small corners of midnight i feel your touch the edge of it, the rise of it, the moment we slip into those darker chambers where feeling can pretend to hold us we shift, we strain two bodies rehe…