There is just something about a thin, white cotton v-neck t-shirt, he thought, as he ran his hand over bleary eyes and dehydrated lips. He wanted her, as always.  But he needed just a little more rest. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail.  It bounced around, as she sat up in the bed …

(a po-em by peter dewolf) i like your bum and everything it stands for and i think that if given time your bum would like me too i love how it starts in here at your hips and then goes ouuuuuuuuuut like this before shwooping a-back in if i was starting a tribute band and …

i like you i know i’m not supposed to tell you i should wait three days to call i should act aloof i should NEVER give myself a prison tattoo of your name i’m guessin’ but i try to tell you in little ways you smile at me i program the killer robot i’m building …

i had a dream last night it was about a girl i don’t know sadly but i liked her (and you can’t spell chemistry without REM) she had many of the characteristics of someone i adore tangible and not enjoyably aggravating and then some but it wasn’t her and for the record it wasn’t one …

behind the curtain of a ballsy fragility there lives an ease that was not easy there exists a grace that is not always graceful beauty can mask cheekbones that sometimes look sad when they are smiling even grin determination needs downtime the prize is still there even if the eyes close briefly but there is …

“So I’ve watched a number of people hit on you already this evening. A couple groomsmen. Bridesmaid. Ironically-named best man. Even the bride’s grandfather –” “He called me a ‘skirt’ and asked me over to his apartment to watch College Jeopardy.” “Damn… If I knew that was what I was competing against…” “It’s a tough …

“If I ever write my autobiography–” “You should.” “If I do, what should I call it?” Beat. “Often Irritated, Never Duplicated.” “You’re freakishly good at that.” “What I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career.” “Tell me something about you…” “Like what?” “Anything.” “I …

Hi hi, future wife. I think I’ve told you about how much I love to write long and silly e-mails. Well I have discovered that I also love to write hand-written letters. Old school, baby. Of course the downside to that is that the receiver has to somehow deal with the fact that my handwriting …

i’ll probably never remember what colour your eyes are i just won’t but i’ll remember with jarring accuracy any time i make them sad even a little and i will make them sad i know no matter how hard i work not to because i’m never more of a dick then when I try too …

it just dawned on me that if i was to write a song about you and if i could write songs i would but if i was to write a song about you at some point in it i’d sing a line and then whisper repeat it because i’m lying here next to you sleeping …