Phoenix feathers and stardust

The inner thoughts of a closet firecracker.

Poetry I have written is unapologetically NSFW. It is also mine so please respect that and cite it as such. Some images may be NSFW. Fair warning.

If you are under 18, go home – you can’t play. I will tell you if I find you, so please don’t make me call you out.

Images have been found on the Internet and are not mine, contact me if they are yours and you wish them removed.

Contact me at phenix [dot] noire1 at gmail [dot] com

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

—Vincent van Gogh (via seabois)

(via tournesol50)

i gut fruit with my mouth
push tongue into black belly of papaya
peel lychee with teeth
bite into ripe pear
suck on stone of mango
all of this, over the kitchen sink
barefoot
middle of winter
sticky hands pushing hair away from face
moaning into sweet flesh
the whole time
your name flat against the roof of my mouth.

—Warsan Shire (via insipidexpectations)