Larry Luck

artisticveins:

I want you
to come to be
when you need me
even if you have to
drive a 100 miles

I will wait
counting minutes
on my finger tips
I will wait for you
to come to me

And when you’re finally here
run in my veins
flow through my thoughts
make me finally yours
when you come to me 

I love everything about us,
But you heard love, and had all these big ideas.
I had loved us not being in love too, though.
You didn’t understand.

(Poetry is..)
my tattoos shaped like your lips
along my face neck,
and the line connecting my two shoulder blades
the one you’ve worked across
I remember the one right in the center of my back, below my neck
at the show,
and your permanent finger prints
dotted along my hands
mixed with your kisses.
the way I dragged you to the alley
on a street below mine,
where we didn’t kiss long enough,
left hand shapes where we touched.
these marks that only show in the right light,
like the one that catches blueblue eyes,
show where our shades mix mingle,
and fall in love.

Tracing your face makes you permanent. Your eyebrows start here and end there. I like the way your nose slopes like this. All your parts under my soft hands hold you here. My finger prints label you mine. But I’ll keep tracing your fairy dust freckles with love and magic so I can keep you. Keep you mine.

secretedsins:

In years to come, when I am old and gray,
When you are gone, and I am left alone;
When I no longer smile, nor stoop to pray,
But sit and wait for when my time is done,

Perhaps some naive child may chance to ask
How my once beating heart could turn to stone.
I’ll answer true from ‘neath my smiling mask:
“My heart was her’s, and it’s with her it’s gone.”

He’s the adorable to my ridiculous.
When I fall, he kisses it.
Yes, he is the adorable to my ridiculous.
His lips on bruised shins and scarred hands whisper about what love is.