Cazzidy's profile

atlas, oh my atlas pale with skinny arms scratched up like used dinner plates the world grows like a tumor between your shoulder blades and your sweaty hands curve up to meet it in revolution as if you could ever rid yourself of this that is yours i stand beside you, i speak a little and when i do i think you know all about my cement heart and all about my dying but i will continue to stand here shackled to your arthritic ankle this act, dear one, is the infection seeping through the chain di...

fruit falling all around and even now she has her back against the wall, afraid to pick it up her naked body still and staring into some kind of expedition, there’s no kidding she’s always been there cocked at the hips beneath a magnolia tree in the dusty yawn of moonlight with her lips a mess of red, pursed and tired of waiting she is a lady, no mistake, a woman with that curving chicken bone waist and those slender, sleeping thighs everything porcelain white, everything ready and ripe twelv...

rarely she will wake me tender like soft, barefeet on hard wood floors pausing for my eyes to see her wandering at my window again clothed without her usual veil, as if she were bare for only me she smiles and the sheets are cold on my feet where she spreads with fingers diaphanous

your sweet slow lull of sound pulled across low vocal chords bent, almost submissively, around my ears and became a world etched on me... a symphony between the skin and bone, exactly where love for you should be you spoke and nothing else existed except the chair where you sat, half reclined and our bodies touching easily we are the instrument closely played, my face so close to yours so softly aching to create the tenderness of a touch saccharine skin awake with staccato kisses

the bed in the middle of the yard, it's little legs engulfed with snow, didn't look misplaced at all our breath like fog from open mouths seeped from beneath the sheets, then froze and fell straight into our faces we stayed on, awakening to everything this beautiful, the cold a pain like heavy syrup to cover everything i feel