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Flowing Cups
I drink deep from your endless flowing cups, blood rivers from your hearts deep with no end, from your milking breasts streaming freely, and still I drink deeply and will forevermore till I spill over Streaming from my breasts between my legs my veins, my cup flowing through the cracks and ravines ceaselessly.. Still I…
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To sing my Song
I left my strings unplucked, deadened and silenced grown stiff with disuse. They grated and screeched if forced or squeaked a little pitch. Sometimes, in moments when I forget myself, a forgotten tune, I hear. Beautiful yet plaintive I wished to claim it for myself But, it is beyond my little self. Oh, how desperately…
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Wrathful love
Bare hands, she tore through her flesh. Head hurled back in a blood curdling cry. She wrenched open her ribs snapping and separating from sinew, a gaping black hole, and the bird whipped out. She couldn’t fathom the beauty in the gore. The little blue bird speckled in blood rubies, iridescent light caught on its…
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Graveyard
Headstones covered in mists, smell of wet Earth blanketing the dead. Do I hear their whispers left behind? Rustle of leaves Sighs of the wind Oh, you who have gone before me, What mysteries do you see? Across the edge of the known world I yearn to follow a gnawing hunger for the unknowable, for eternity,…
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Crack
A marionette daughter, perfectly coiffed hair as her mother likes, dressed in red to be seen and adored. Â Eyes cast down, bowing to father, smile not too wide, not too small, talk not too loud, not too low, walk quietly, no running or mucking about. Obedient and muted, a doll for the dress up, for…
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Window
Sunlit smile beaming through the open Window cool Breeze fluttering through the curtains, bashful like a veiled bride. Sensual perfume filled the air. I feel her threading between these fingers, whispering by these ears. Don’t be shy, I say Slip between this breast Speak through these eyes, these lips.. with every twist of this body,…
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Tattered Corners
The tattered corners of herself blown away to faraway places, places only heard in desolate echoes. She sings a dirge as she trudges along the jagged edges of the world, into the yawning chasms, collecting the bloodied and shredded scraps of herself. With tears washing the blood clear, She sews herself piece by piece, skin…
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The Moon and the stars
Night crisp air, wispy hair tickling the wind. The Moon reflected his face so close, I could pull silvers around my fingertips and touch them to my lips. One lick and I am drunk, defenselessly open to his caresses, his sweet scent, his smile His breath in me.. Drinking bare-skinneddeep draughts of liquid Moon like…
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The Axis of the Earth
Take the light of the sun in the dark, and the one that’s hidden shines back. Without the moonshine, the sun would not know the darkness that shines for him. Without his light her moonlit beauty would remain ever lost.. That eternal dance across the sky of one shining for the other since time beginning..…
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None are bereft
I don’t have an explanation for how the world is I don’t have an answer to all that plagues you but know this, none are bereft of beauty of preciousness of dawn and dusk ‒ of unbridled rawness.. ~R.B.
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