She’s the one that holds me together

Softly nestled againt my heart

Always

The way she lifts here non existent eyebrows

Intangibly, as if to say

“Is that right?”

A protector

Beacon of Humility in a sea of avaricious atrocity

A bean

A bell

A lightbulb

She’s all I really need...

They were staring at her, but that was OK, she was staring back, gaze avaricious. because they were hers - had always been hers -. and she would have them back.

Needed them back.

She was going in.

Reaching out, intending to softly brush the top of them with a careful finger, her hand…

Past straight through the stack of credit cards.

Goddamnit!

Being intangible sucked.

Turning with anot...

So bloody avaricious

Softly boasting of wealth

Not realizing your desires are intangible...

Softly the wind blows against my cheek

Intangible kisses laid over my temple

Caressing my skin the way you would

As the regrets cascade over my being

I wonder if my avaricious tendencies

Could they have been quelled

With your touch, your presence

Or is this loss a blessing

To never truly know the truth...

The way he spoke to her made me shiver, he uses big words to her like intangible, thinking she doesn’t know what it means, but he doesn’t know what she’s capable of, so she just lets him rant and rave. He will soon know again what it’s like to be with a woman, if he ever had been with one. As he plays a game with a now grown woman, she realizes how softly she strokes the heads of her clients at th...

Love is an intangible emotion.

Stronger than any potion;

Giving you the notion

That someone really cares.

Love softly caresses your heart;

All the while tearing it apart;

So sweet and vicious;

I’d rather be avaricious,

But love is something money can’t buy.

Love is beautiful.

Love is hard.

It bombards you;

Knocking you off your feet;

Leaving you breathless,

Helpless;

Wondering what’s next.

Eve...

“Here,” she says, softly, holding out the bag of coins to me.

I take it and count. Slowly. Carefully. Meticulously.

I finish and count again. Just to make sure she’s not cheating me.

She looks up at me, almost hesitantly. Her grey eyes seem to have a thousand words hidden under it, a thousand things she wants to say.

“Money can’t buy everything,” she finally speaks up, and then walks away.

...

Our mother was never very good at the give and take game that came with relationships whether that be lover, friend, sister, daughter and least of all mother, she was an avaricious kind of person, you see. She loved golds and riches and could have drowned in her materialistic ways if they took the form of water.

She would take and take and take until all you had left to give her was your death.

...

I deal in Fast and the Furious philosophy

As I tread softly down a quarter mile track

Head on a swivel

Factual avaricious

As I find the intangible delicious

The pistol in my mouth makes me taste gun metal

Hell for leather I mettle in pleasure

In pursuit of freedom I scream

In my dreams

A never ending hell scape

Takes shape before my eyes

Try not to run on the hot coals...

Sweet words whispered softly.

Intangible, seemingly real yet not really there.

Desperate torture for the avaricious.

You want it all,

yet they slip through your fingers

as a feather floats through the air,

as a fish swims through water,

‘Til it is no more....