Tag: writing
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Bed of thorns.
There is a bed of thorns I leave around me. With every misstep, misdeed or misword, every missed gesture or missed word, the bed of thorns like sharp talons grow ever sharper Thicker gnarled brambles knotted, twisted around me staked into my skin crucified in perpetual guilt wishing to disappear.. How the knots would fall…
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Intoxicated in warmth.
my eyes look in vain a yearning for a soft touch an answer to my eyes’ imploring gaze searching for the warmth beckoning like a window lit in gold against the night curtains fluttering ..calling me calling me.. towards an undying hearth where I can be intoxicated in warmth. ***
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A longing in the waters
All the colors lights and sounds. The abundance in the world. The exuberance of nature in the endless galaxies Stars People in all shades of mud. Trees heavy, laden with fruits drooping for a kiss. More than we could ever need. Wild animals! Flowers scenting the air in plethora of aromas And don’t forget, under…
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A blank space.
Watch me lose bits of myself for you.. As I give all that I am for you To be And slowly fade away like letters inked on a piece of paper soaked in tender tears bleeding away a little thinner an outline a barely perceptible shadow And then, only a faint sense of Absence. A…
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Abyss of Beauty
So in love with yourself, you wonder how can you ever get things done. Forever gazing into each other’s endless abyss of beauty. Entranced in deep rapture, each ensnaring the other. In their separation they are truly one and the same, singing melodies heart achingly beautiful, to the brim with soft, thick, sweet syrupy nectar…
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Paper thin skin.
We want steel cut skin The kind that don’t feel Efficiency above all else Ignore our essence Oh, if we did embrace.. our soft paper thin skin. Our sensitivities.. like puffs of cotton seeds floating with only the softest sigh of warm Spring.. How much more in tune we would be to each other Nature…
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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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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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Fear
The murmurs slithering into your thoughts Black ink bleeding into your mind. Lurking horrors and traps of the unknown, unknowable and uncertainty. Crippling under this colossal darkness fed on to your terror stricken soul in endless loops. Nights of paralysis and goose flesh a scream bubbling in your chest. It’s a friend and a foe.…
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