http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ashley_Pietro The original writings of author Ashley_Pietro en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775993009 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My brain is wired,    entangledin thoughts of you--jolting, sparkling    thoughts of you               My cognitive chemistry                   forever charged        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1351505/      DaylightI am sure to never be stillbecause if I do, I might let my mind wanderto the all-consuming thought of howyou may be slipping further and furtheraway from my grappling reach,                            &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1351504/ tear ducts leak     into the cracks of otherswhile my lap grows stale--counting  the bread crumbsthat play hide and seekon my bathroom tiles"I want to curl up and disintegrate with them." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1351503/ Oh,how he f***s meviolently, ferociously, gloriouslywith every sly swerveevery cunning curve       flashingthrough reds and blues and purpleslike the shades we only feel in filmsand if I had the penetrating handsI would dissect his every strand      of muscle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1351498/ steeping in fields of lavenderprivate purple paradise--    to lay on top of you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1351015/ to undress youis like the delicate indulgenceof finger-painting    the flush of your skin    extending far beyond    light’s color spectrum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1351012/ singing locust--you’re all I dwell onall that absorbs me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1351009/ look at your   little fireworkssparkling   up my forearmtell mehow I taste like summershow youhow you feel like rain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1351006/ mud--blanketing silent wateri lay beneath your murkat sundownreleasing the oxygenof my wetnessinto your earth    impending dawni do not want to climb throughunstained    peeling back the petalsyou delightfully taintmy pink unfolding�"    i arrive into the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1351005/ that was the firstof many days    you wouldn’t fadeinto the weaknessof my nature          for you--so i’ll plant these pagesin the soil    of the last placei held your eyes in mineand pray they beabsorbed by the light--    like the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1350634/   I’ve cried in the nights of Neruda--because I used to follow     your moondancing among constellations of corner foldsbut our dreams no longer sleep together     and you’ve left meto dangle alonefrom the cruelness of the sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1350632/ our minds are pretty whirlwindsbound by the stillness of sand    clanking andchurning    together--they scatter and sweep and scatter again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1350631/ the overcast is thick    but we take off our clothesand seep into the splintersof the sun    anyways http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1350630/ your voice is likethat cup of morning coffee   you carry with youto the bathroom--           turned cold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1350629/       dead bark looms from frozen water         our hands reach for the white branches     as if to breathe new life into them          little talks with naturea four letter word surfaces      &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1350628/ slipping in and out of consciousness            our tired limbs fall into each other--     the world is quietas we whisper pale desires     but you and I are quiet, too            in our own wayyour d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1350627/ kneecaps unravelto the cling of blue jeanson your hips      waxing crescent--my teeth seep into the liningof your belt loopsand lend to their hardwoodbuckling      I swallow      the come      of your awakening http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1350626/ On my waistnothing but lace  hair and face  in their natural statesBound to these sheetsour tangled feet  found underneath--  unbrushed teeth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1320648/ white witchbruised hips   burned at the stakeblack magicwaxen fabric   writhing on the slate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1320646/ Buthow could I ever forgetlast night’s dream    of the bleeding sun    making her plunge    toward his body    of silkhow I watched your cerulean eyeswitness those delicate seconds    before her total immersion    into the reposed lil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1320318/ ohhow glorious you lookin the valley of her embrace    the way she drapes    over the inhabiting    bristles of your necklineyour amber reflection    glisteninglike a field of diamonds--her woodland perfumeabsorbs beneath the creasesof your shouldersand flows .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1320076/ the kneadof your thumbclimbs my inner thighwhile you arriveat the peak of my pelviswith your other palm    stirring an avalanche--our chest cavitiesascend togethermy every luscious echoreverberating inside yougrows louder each time    your explorationcarrying my curvesto uncharte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley_Pietro/1319904/