But it's as if you’re sucked into the page on which you sit so precariously. You realize his eyes have become weird again, throbbing to the beat of your love. He looks away, leaning back on his hands, arms taught. And you sit as if alone, watching him tear a piece off your history and craft a paper airplane from your devotion, fingers gently folding and creasing, lovingly shaping, his head turning, focusing, admiring. And when he is satisfied, he throws it with a flick of his pale wrist. It sails beautifully through the air, buoyed by affection and adoration, leaping through the gusts with pride. You reach out a hand willing it to come to you, wanting something so tender for yourself, for your gasping heart. But as you lean in, poised with glory, a thief melts from a burning tree, morphs from the shadows, an ugly, beaten creature, scaly and peeling. It slinks foreword catching the plane in its mottled claws, pinching it slightly as your lover lets out a small gasp, eyes widening. The creature places it inside the steel bars over its heart and suddenly the thing changes and becomes lovely, blooming and whole, an infection of grace and slender frame. Fragrance floats back to you as you cower and your lover looks at the lovely figure descending upon him and you scream and scream, seizing and foaming, something mad, unwanted, hidden from sight. But he is no more than smoke; naked body drooling, jagged blades protruding from his back; and where his heart should have been, there are only iron bars. He turns and howls, an alien sound, unreal, lips curling back, twisting and forcing his screeching notes into your chest smothering your mind. But finally you have had enough; finally you understand, finally you find strength to pull apart the stitching and release yourself and you fall.
I want to crawl inside
of your mind
where you create your thoughts
I want to travel
through your veins
and fall into rhythm
with your palpitating heart
making my way outside
of your body
and sleep softly inside
the spaces between
I'd become a cartographer
if only to map
of your skin
let me in,
let me in
I reject virginity
Because virginity rejected me
I'd love to fuck this patriarchal society
Right in the asshole of every asshole
Who tries to define what loss means to me
Don't say that I'm impure
Unless we're under the sheets
Or my venom is what you'll endure
Where should I begin in this woe of history?
Should we revisit me at fourteen?
Never been kissed, sex was a mystery
Naive and trusting as he poured me a drink
I didn't know that there was something called GHB
And that little potion he created to take advantage of me
I woke up stripped the next day in complete distress
Of my soul, sanity, and my little black dress
I musn't neglect to mention that I was not alone
In fact, I was with my best friend of many years
But she was upstairs getting her consensual testosterone
Screaming and shrieking til I choked on my tears
Something inside of me most certainly left
But this was not "loss", dear, this was theft
A crime had been committed in the middle of that night
Not a petty crime, it was grand fucking larceny of my soul
The blood stained evidence showed in the light
Walking with difficulty for a few days was against my control
Tell me now society,
Was I asking for it? Was my dress too short?
Had I lead him on? Was it me who was wrong?
I hope you can look your sister, mother, or future lover in the eye
When you violate them all over saying it's "just a lie"
Don't you dare advise your daughters on how to avoid rape
Teach your sons to understand what "NO" means for Christ's sake
Your heart fails
to beat and
your breath shortens
and your body
accepts this- defeat
Your anguish and
Your dreams and
They get a "shhh"
Be quiet now,
as we prepare a date
know but mostly
People you never
actually did - congregate
Death brings you all
of these friends
just when you
But death whispers
he delicately whispers
in your ear,
"I am Death
and when I love you,
I gaze into the portals of your soul
And get lost in the depths of my imagination.
Navigating images of elevated limbs and
Blended flesh entwined into one.
I breathe the aroma of your essence
And float high on the ecstasy of your presence.
Bringing chills that travel to secret places
Triggering spontaneous pleasure sighs.
I want to pull you near and taste the sweetness
of every inch of your body.
Embarking on a journey to learn you slowly.
Steadily taking you to your limit as I simultaneously
show you through the warm rhythmic flows of my body
Just how much
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is nothing more
than a masquerade
of two actors
on a day like today
dressing up might be fun
applying red lipstick
so I could kiss lies into
adorned in a black dress
that would tell you
the exact longitude
of my inner distress
sometimes I bet
sometimes I bet
sometimes I bet
the prettiest dresses
to be taken off,
so they say
you only love me
from the bottom
A lying brother was paralyzed with fear
When the Father of lies drew his evil lance.
The devil threw his pointy pitchfork,
Signalling the start of the Satanic Dance.
The Power of darkness finally hopped and began to shuffle
With the day closing fast;
The brother lost his soul
As Satan danced his last.
The Thief twirled around the Tree of Knowledge
As hot sparks pierced the sky.
I know not why God appeared then,
But all was lost as He began to cry.
As God brutally tore off the Wicked One's limbs
Beelzebub screamed and slithered away.
God desperately searched for the lost brother's soul,
But, alas, the Serpent still has it to this very day.
You aren't good for me,
Or so they say
But as with the others before you,
I pay their warnings no attention.
I crave you with my every nerve
And you burn for me too.
I want to feel you on my lips,
Taste you on my tongue,
And breathe in your everything.
Feel the sensations you can bring
As my heart pumps harder
And my body tingles head to toe.
Then we are through,
So I leave you behind
Out of breath and
Still carrying your scent on my skin.
You've served your purpose.
My appetite is satisfied for now
But oh too soon I'll crave another.