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and sweetness, you

Staring at this blank page The same blankness every day The same hollow vast nothing For a life time I put my pencil to paper And what comes to mind is you What comes to mind is poetry You Made of words and rhythm and breaths held You Made of skin and bone and sweetness… Continue reading and sweetness, you

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Inside me, predator … #NationalBoyfriendDay

I am your gift To tear open You know I am careful When I unwrap surprises Painfully slow and delicate Teasing I am your goddess You sacrfice to me Sweetness incarnate Unsuspected and undreamed of Gods, I am not worthy Jealous of your skin I need to be that close to you You creep inside… Continue reading Inside me, predator … #NationalBoyfriendDay

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moves me to words

Why have I suddenly found this so difficult Doing the thing I think I do best Doing the thing I feel is my calling My soul's purpose Not writer's block But soul block Not the lack of things to say Not a lack of words to use But a lack of desire To beat the… Continue reading moves me to words

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How soon is now

How far is the distance between your fingertips and mine Interlocking laces reaching grabbing Weaving and intertwined like vines of thorns and flowers scented sweet The alchemy of mysterious gestures palmar grasp reflex Instinctual What is the average of your inhales and my exhales Terrible stretches of small eternities When you hold your breath It… Continue reading How soon is now

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Relativity

Time is relative Dialation of moments The differences between two perspectives Velocity and speed and... It's just different Heat is relative The rise and fall of it The way it makes us feel You know, it's the humidity that makes it feel hot? Shivering and sweating It's just different Flavour is relative A flavour in… Continue reading Relativity

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coming home

The leather squeaks as I shift nervously The plane comes in to land, fidgeting fingers showing the race of my mind Butterflies seems an inadequate description Turbulent, rocking, riling in my belly A flock of harried crows quarrel in my stomach Snakes and spiders and bugs creep and writhe Tap tap tapping the seat as… Continue reading coming home

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my fears plucked

Him Biting off more than he could chew Porcelain teeth cut through my soft flesh Spat out my pieces The bits he found so distasteful Am I so distasteful? Displeasing disposable This taste, full heart The window in my new room In my new home Is wide open now Negative temperature air Floating through my… Continue reading my fears plucked

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my hands, waiting

My eyes are closed My pillow stretches out before me, endless It has never felt so blank empty Now that there is love to fill it I listen to the sound of your soul pouring out of your mouth And I cannot stop from smiling Words have never felt so intimate Never felt less like… Continue reading my hands, waiting

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the rose wilt

Trusting with my all I bring myself to you Served up A tasty meal To savor To devour More animal than man I do not wish to tame this beast I am no Belle Let the rose wilt I am not scared of your growl More wolf, god of the forest I do not wish… Continue reading the rose wilt