the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Category: writing (page 6 of 110)

esaltazione inalare

esaltazione inalare

ci siamo svegliati.
come il caffè nero;
Vivaldi’s estate.
quattro ore di sonno –
5am. toccare
con un solo sguardo.
promettente. senza parlare;
un bagliore arancione di mattina –
amore a prima vista;
dita aggrovigliate. gambe avvolte.
come abbiamo segreti
scambiati.
ogni
respiro perduto.

inhale elation

we. awakened.
like black coffee;
Vivaldi’s summer.
four hours sleep –
5am. touching.
with one look.
promising. without speaking;
an orange glow of morning –
first sight love;
fingers tangled. legs wrapped.
how we have
secrets. exchanged
with every
lost breath.

invitante infinito

invitante infinito

egli è apparso e
il mio mondo suonava
come corde.
attraverso una strada di città
all’interno della luce solare
mi voltai per vedere
un ritratto della storia;
il mio cuore. rinato.
cigarretes e jazz.
fare l’amore
con parole e suoni
inaudito , indicibili
da qualsiasi altro.

inviting infinity

he appeared and
my world sounded
like strings.
across a city street
inside of the sunlight
i turned to(o)…
a portrait of history;
my heart. reborn.
cigarettes and jazz.
silence and stories.
making love
with words and sounds
unheard, untold
from any other.

this is how it starts and sounds…

conclude commission

conclude commission

when you
cut like you
knew this
would never
work. Continue reading

tricking turnabout

tricking turnabout

i have a terrible habit
of
shutting off
communication.
i ran thr(ew)(ough);
a spiral
of
mixing. shaking
up. how
i find (k)new w-
aze. i. mean
these things
i cannot
spell.
out. as in
someone. finally
pulled
at me. my hair;
how i stay
reconnected.
tricking.
turnabout.

rekindle rapport

rekindle rapport

when we met
we extended. i taught
and we learned
while he swore. that. this
only happens once.
i chewed my nails
and i bit too short.
i curled into 4am
silence. and he was
the one p/eace/iece
be(cause) the way i
shake. he k(new)
that. when i stretched
into the sun it was
like i could never reach
far. enough. the style
i chose to stop; inside.
there is so much
loud noise every time
i hold my breath.
when i exhale
he always appears
again.

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