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carmen-montane
carmen-montane
Anne Sexton is my ultimate inspiration. Writing is my source of creativity, my outlet, my power, my strength. Please be kind.
When the petals dried up, when I woke up one morning and there they were, scattered about cadavers, Our love had gone awry. There was enough sadness in me to wither a field of sunflowers as I pass. And the apples in my cheeks, one day decided to stop hiding my sorrow. I breathe you in. I take you up. All your mysteries. All your flaws. And all, all that I love- I take it up, gently; humanly. To be tossed about like a rag doll. I am not stained. I am not broken. And I am not just extrinsic beauty! See me! Past the doll, I pose. I pose for you, to be taken! To be loved! Accept me, And love me, extrinsically, intrinsically love me. For all that I am, Just as I do you.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
An Eloquent Beg.
Today I smell sweet like waffle cones and honey Today you sweep up my delicate heart put it in your khaki pocket and here I am, soft and blind for you. It’s all I want to be These days surrounded by sweets whispering sweet nothings sneaking nibbles of sugary skin These days of spring They’re all I want, have, or ever will. Like waffle cones and honey, Today is the day that I’ve wanted for years. The day I dreamed of while whisking. When your hands find the parts of my body, emollient. And my nerves are pounding like a stampede that drum up the smell of my perfume- honey. The dream. The man who waited. The man I waited to love. Surrounded by decadence with our decadent love.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
Waffle cones and honey.