Posts by Alyssa Coelho

In a world that wouldn’t cease to fire She became his sanctuary Her body his temple Her mind his priest • Her lips tasted of redemption Her neck smelled like frankincense Her tummy a garden of labyrinths Her breasts the sweetest fruit • He’d pray through the night And worship until dawn Begging heaven’s waters…

At 10 years old, Love wore a backwards baseball cap His hair was long and his hands dirty with tetherball victories His jeans were loose and his shoes were made for running His smile was bright with ambition and his eyes begged for competition He touched me with a flirty tug Our hearts were eager…

We forget about these sweet little pleasures.

First thing is first… must find the correct writing element.

Here I am in the earliest hours of the morning Dancing atop the fine lights of San Jose Body relaxed in the presence of a gentleman A Love whose heart opens to this moment Though his mind knows I’ll be gone with the rising of the sun • Here I am in the earliest hours…