home books fiction
#moods latest


He was thin and exquisite,
a beauty by precision
like one of those fine tipped
and expensive,
art pens
the kind he used on his illustrations

He seemed absolutely crafted and
intensely committed to
his appearance:
all black with RayBans, tats
part on the right side,
the placement of his pants
only slightly an inch below
his square waist

His face was a teenage dream
elusive delicacy adorning stoic
lack of emotionality
made him tremendously
close to
impossible to read

He was not long
he was not muscular
or particularly virile in form
No, he was not a sculpture – hand made
and he didn’t much look as though
he was ever meant to be touched
by anything
other than the instrument of his choosing


copyright 2013



« || »


Sharing is caring:


Popular Poems:







stalk me like you mean it.


also, give me your email. (plz?)


Sharing is caring.

if you like what I write please tell your people!



books | fiction | poems | #moods | latest


copyright (c) 2008 - 2017, and nineke publshing. all rights reserved.