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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.

"what if you woke up in the middle of the world ending?"
"well I would get up and get changed like I always do"

I want to crawl inside
the crevices
of your mind
where you create your thoughts

I want to travel
like blood
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
your eyelids

I'd become a cartographer
if only to map
the surface
of your skin

so please,
so please,
let me in,
let me in

Myth says
Your heart fails
to beat and
your breath shortens
and your body 
accepts this- defeat

Your worries
Your anguish and
repressed memories
Your hopes
Your dreams and
cherished memories

They get a "shhh"
From fate
Be quiet now,
as we prepare a date

Everyone you
know but mostly
People you never
actually did - congregate
Death brings you all
of these friends
just when you
don't 
need 
them 
anymore

But death whispers
he delicately whispers
in your ear,
"I am Death 
and when I love you,
it’s forever."

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
   I
          LOVE
                         YOU.

© Tina Thompson

Valentine's day
is nothing more
than a masquerade
of two actors
putting on
a
charade
Hallmark makes
everyone hump
on a day like today

and yet
and yet
and yet

dressing up might be fun
applying red lipstick
so I could kiss lies into
someone's spine
adorned in a black dress
that would tell you
the exact longitude
and latitude
of my inner distress

sometimes I bet
sometimes I bet
sometimes I bet

the prettiest dresses
are worn
to be taken off,
so they say
well that's
just fine,
because
you only love me
from the bottom
of my
lingerie
anyway

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.