05 4 / 2012
Typewriter Series #9 by Tyler Knott Gregson
I care not of the miles,
the borders, or the oceans
that may come between us.
I will sail on the seas
of your happiness,
and I will travel
across the perfect geography
of your skin.
I will study the constellations
of your freckles
and fill my life
with the passport stamps
from every corner
of your body.
I will explore you
and I swear on the breath
you will steal
that not a soul on earth
will find more
to love.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
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26 3 / 2012
here, with you.
in the middle of this
not knowing,
in between these
lines of
what-i-hope-could-be-love,
in this liminal
neither here nor
there;
i have found some peace,
some hope,
some grace,
in breath,
in body.
despite this longing
to return,
to begin and reunite
for the first time
all over again;
there is promise
in patience,
power in memory
of your lips pressed to mine,
sweetness in all
aches you create inside me.
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19 3 / 2012
"There’s fire in you
and my love I cannot wait
to feel myself burn."
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11 3 / 2012
