Turn the lights off so that I may know you
In this safe space, I invite you to indulge in our mutual vulnerability
Feel protection in my arms as I guard your heart
As I keep it warm between our chests
Set your gaze to mine while you share with me your aspirations
I yearn to experience them through the windows to your soul
Share with me your fears so that I may put them to rest
May this bed be a holy and sacred place for us
May this bed be our confession booth free from ridicule
May this bed be a tithing basket for you to receive love with no boundaries
In this bed, allow divine pleasure to overwhelm you
Let your orgasm match the depth of your trust
Let your tears turn to sweat that trickles down the valley of your spine
Let your bodily fluids baptize you; cleanse you of any guilt
Share with me your spiritual awakening
As I receive communion with your raw, unfiltered, liquified emotion running down your body
Toss out your bible, for the only religious text I need is your diary
Allow me to tie every inch of your glorious body to a memory
I wish not to fuck, but to love
I wish to fulfill all your fetishistic urges
For I know they are tied they are tied to a psychological yearning
By the end of the night I wish to know every inch of your flesh
I want the knowledge to be accompanied by the memories that make you, you
And if I fail, there's always round two after we cuddle
And although I’m in this prison and you’re in that vessel,
spewing ache from your body to mine
I can’t help but to feel the poison that greets my spine each morning
and numbs my body by night until the sting makes me warm
Oh, what a trick it is to value so heavily the shell that houses a person’s soul
or how freeing it is when you puncture through my armor to allow your toxins to spread beneath my surface
This skin holds a protective barrier that shields me from the world,
yet still has no resistance to your venom
My backbone desires the soreness of your scorpion touch
Cried all morning and then I cried some more,
what use could I be to you more than now?
You’re trying your best to comfort and it’s just
no good. I’m hurting so much and you knew I would.
You look my way with those eyes, with those eyes
and I can’t help myself. I’m falling for you all over again.
Don’t hurt me anymore, okay?
“Okay.” You murmured quieter than before.
Don’t make cry and don’t make me sad --
love is always not enough especially when you won’t try.
Oh, your lips are so soft when you start,
when you start kissing me like that.
Our heartbeats sync and your hair
sticks to your face,
but then once again I’m stung in my heart --
a mixture of joy and unbearable grief,
and then the pain has dulled down;
I’m crying with joy just like you knew I would.
Oh, my scorpion what do I,
what do I begin to do with you?
An unfinished puzzle,
you’re the missing part.
Then once again, I’m stung in my heart,
yes, once again I’m stung in my heart.
Oh, your lips are so soft when you kiss me like that
and your hands so calloused when you hurt me like that.
Bless yourself, you ended up in my poetry.
You call them poems, after all, and I'm sure you know this is as close as you'd get to having me.
Cast away the demons you claim sleep under your bed.
You know that even after making my skin crawl that you're all in my head.
Father, son and holy ghost-
The only thing I believe in are phantoms, but you already knew that didn't you.
So what's so cathartic about the way you cleanse me of my sins?
Do you mask mine in your own, does my purity make you feel clean?
You're the darkest night when the stars don't want to be seen.
Laying ice upon my spine you see that maybe I'm not right for your skies.
You're stitches in my side from a crack that didn't show.
You touched me to pieces but even you have to go.
Eager flesh finds ways to claw in memories when nails are stripped to the skin.
Find pieces left with torn edges like tragedies but don't let your demons in.
Weave vines through your ribs and roses through your eyes, for this life you'll have to fare.
Cemeteries feel so empty without your bones to bare.
And I beg you to bury the parts of yourself that remain unclean.
I only want your sin if its in between my sheets.
Like two scorpions in a bottle,
The two wolves continue to fight.
One holds never-ending dominance
Relentlessly mocking and scolding.
The slanderous one, better known as the chief
The master, better known as my back bone.
The other wolf; the sufferer,
Facing the horror of the fire.
Like luscious, vibrant air filled with beauty and self-worth
With the intensity and beauty of a glowing golden sun,
Glittering as it beams among the surface of the waters.
The lustrous one, better known as my daydreams
The lovely one, better known as my pure naked self.
Like two scorpions in a bottle,
There was a fight between evil and good.
The winner; the one the operator chooses to feed,
The winner; a display of my blindness.
Blindness, lacking the sense of sight; sightless.
Blind to the naked beauty and worth of the lovely wolf,
The starving wolf.
Like two scorpions in a bottle,
The two wolves continued to fight inside of me.
The delightful became liquified into dark raw evil,
Leaving me drowning, gasping
Gasping the slightest bit of that air of self-worth.
(C) Emily Mckusker 2016
Her poem touched me; I had to share it with my HP friends.
She has given me permission to post it publicly.
Dropped like honeydew, appearing as a dark temptress
Tasted in smoke
Touched in hot burns - callous bites edged on your skin
Flames of spice, ambers, dusted vestiges of breaks in bones
Hidden in an underworld fantasy - craters of the deceased, and suffering - diver of the dark abyss sitting comfortably
Suddenly they break their thick callous skin
The scalding crack sears others' eyes
The burst! The rebirth! The transformation has commenced!
To the pinnacle of life where peace and understanding sit at their bedside
We know there is peace
The Scorpion's tail is down
How rare this occurs
ang yong kamandag ay matagal nang
nasa dibdib ko,di ko alintana ang mga sandali hanggang
unti-unti kang humulas bilang isang henna,,na para bang
di ko lubos namalayan bakit pa di ko ginawang totoong
tattoo ka,,nang sa gayon mapatunayan ko sayo ang iyong
imahe ang pinaka-aasam ko bilang ekspresyon kong
simbolo- na ikaw at ang pagiging magaan mo subalit
kaakit-akit ay siyang karapat-dapat
sa puso at isipan ng isang capricornian
at maghihintay ako sa iyo hanggang sa dulo ng aking pagdaraanan........