Echoes Of Echo - Blog Posts

Let me hold your gentle, beating heart. Steal the warmth from my hands until my fingers run cold. Take gulps of me, all I’ll ask for is sips of you.”

— taste; echo

As I pointed out my favorite constellation, I realized the beauty I see in it has always been reflected in her eyes.

— her eyes, the andromeda; echo

"Cold blood fills the ravines of your pale, cracked lips. You've known nothing but violence all your life. Crying out to a god you don't believe in, you ask for the blood to run warm."

— you wait, unheard; echo

"She loves the tranquility of lush green forests. I love the stillness of the deep open ocean. There’s little pieces of each other in our eyes. I blink and I see her world with mine."

— glimpses of us; echo

she is the spit i cannot swallow the air i cannot breathe her touch so far from me leaving me violent for a rage i couldn’t possibly yet know eternity is not enough for desire