A deep and sprawling swell
Crept its fingers deep and well
Around my stomach as it fell,
And rose. Each breath a tell,
She's alive. She is well.
Despite a heart that ceased to beat,
Molded to tawny and rusted to effete,
That despite all attention and treat
Leaked a pussing and steady gleat
That could not help but secrete.
Though I wrapped wrapped my wounds with my hair
Where once hands grasped my neck, wet and bare,
Cocooning deep in skin without care
while I, unaware,
Opened lips and gasped in ecstasy. Or despair
As he shut my mouth, shut my eyes.
Made me convert, communed and baptized.
In making me what he wants, made me what he despised.
Leaves me, but one kiss and leaves, and my heart dies.
****** from the start for what I not knew,
Now I'm ****** for what I do.
A knowledge i never sought to accrue,
Wasted. Through.
****** by me for being ****** by you.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
And I will kiss your shoulders,
When they are bare and
Wanting for a kiss.
I will twine myself deep into your hair
And pull,
Until the back of your neck prickles
With delight.
I will creep in a single stream of honey
When you wrap in your shades and shutters
And pour golden, sticky sweet
Directly into your heart.
I will get lost amongst some cloud or mountain
(You cannot blame me, for as I do
you do often, too.)
And just when you have forgotten
How I warm those certain spots you knew not existed
As I creep through the blinds as you bathe,
Illuminating where you are broken, or soft,
I show myself,
In all bright and shining splendour.
You will forget me not.
I will let you indulge in me,
Take me in until you flake and rip
In chunks of bitter rust.
I will delight in how I eat away
At what once was white and pure.
Come night, I will leave to those
With sharper tongues and bigger hooks,
And you will be cold.
You will claw at the walls on which I once shone,
And with bleeding fingers
Rest amongs the grasshoppers and watch,
Waiting for my reflection in the new moon.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC