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eyes of rumbling fire
when she looks at me
with that burning desire
I walk the distance
and bathe in flames for a while.

lips of thundering waterfalls
when she beckons to me
with those Parthenopean calls
I swim the distance
and dance in waves for a while.

the way she claims me
and gives herself to me

skin of icy winds and hailstorm
when I look at her
with a thirst to take in her form
she glides the distance
and I drink her in for a while.

hair of dark shadow and stone
when I talk to her
with trembling voice and tone
she strides the distance
and I steady myself for a while.

the way she claims me
and gives herself to me

hands of red and teeth of white
when she kisses me
with a hunger so full of spite
she cuts the distance
and I give myself for a while.

cries of pain and howls of delight
when I kiss her
with an ordinary, yet ravaging bite
I cleave the distance
and she becomes ravished for a while.

the way she claims me
and gives herself to me
leaves no room for the scavengers
why would I love you, when you've known only the minutes between deep breaths and laughter?
why would I love you, when you've felt only the warm touch of summer rain through cotton fabrics?
why would I love you, when you've asked only the shallow questions and given answers that one can find etched on tree trunks?
why would I love you, when you've not lived enough to know me?

why would I want you, when your laughter barely echoes in my bones?
why would I want you, when your touch is as cold as silken gloves?
why would I want you, when your mind is satisfied with not knowing?
why would I want you, when your life had just begun?

why would I need you, when all I've known are the seconds between deep breaths and drowning?
why would I need you, when all I've felt is the cold touch of howling winds and hailstorms?
why would I need you, when all I've asked was left unanswered and I've still too many questions?
why would I need you, when all I've lived is epilogue?
Ander Stone Jun 1
The wise woman said
I should take a moment
to look at the birds
singing around me
and stay in that moment.

Yet my soul wanted to fly.

The wise woman said
I should take a break
and look at the flowers
growing colourful
and focus on that moment.

Yet my soul wanted to bloom.

The wise woman said
I should be more aware
of the small things and moments
that live all around me
and focus on the little joys.

Yet my soul wanted to express its immensity.

The wise woman said
I should be smaller,
think in moments,
and find sufficient
all the little things
she's willing to let fall.

Yet my soul hungers for a place at the table.
Ander Stone May 31
I look across the street
at the woman walking by.

Her slender form
in bright reds dressed,
a beating crimson heart
against the exsanguinated grey
of dry asphalt.

I look across the street
and dare not move.

Because my mother
raised me undeserving
of the time of someone
whom bleeds life into
an exsanguinated day.

I look across the street
and nothing more.

As my father taught me
to live unremarkable
and let all songbids
fade away from memory...

I could not walk with her.

I lay here
on ashen asphalt
and wait for the red
to bleed out of sight.

I look across the street
and exsanguinate
any hope of lasting love.
add a little bit of salt to the exsanguination
Ander Stone May 21
if I was the wind
I would cover you
in summer's warm embrace
and give your lungs
the cleanest mountain air
to take into yourself.

if I was the dirt
beneath your feet
I would shelter you
from the storms
and the turbulent ways
life shakes you.
I would hold fast
and hold you close
to my core
safe from the prying eyes
of the cold midnight sky.

if I was the river
I would wash away
thine sorrows and pains
and give your lips
the cool touch of
flowing water.
I would engulf you
within my essence
and clothe your body
in ocean waves.

if I was the flame
I would warm your hearth
and fill your chambers
with the golden light
of my all-devouring love.
Ander Stone Apr 27
Starlight, you are my starlight,
when you shine I remember the world,
when you don't I forget myself.

Starlight of my dreams,
you light up my hopes and heart.

Starlight, you are the only light
that breaks through the darkness
when oblivion descends.

Starlight, you are all I need,
you make the world silvery.
Rörenüviél, e mi rörenüviél,
cuindo astaï mi huimë Ain'an,
cuindo ti nac lethe mìs.
Rörenüviél o mi äiswye,
illsear mi òchas é craidha.
Rörenüviél, e mi eulhà nüviél
so briseare trahés dorchal'an
cuindo lethene ànandri
Rörenüviél, e yn mi soin,
ti aireaia Ain'an elléinén.
Ander Stone Apr 12
give me pleasure
and I will give you pain.

share with me your water
and my cold hands
will rip away
at your tender thighs...
you are nothing but prey
in the harsh sands,
awaiting the slaughter.

share with me you breath
and my dead heart
will drain the heat
from your lovely bones.
watch me as I eat,
as your eyes dart
away from your death...

offer me your light, sweetheart,
let that which shines
be forgotten and broken
under my dripping claws.
fade away unspoken
letting go of all whines
until your suffering will restart.

promise me your soul,
as I drink up your brine,
yet never let the ache diminish
while I wait to dry your tears.
from start to finish
remember that you are mine,
as I devour you whole.

give me pleasure
and I will give you pain.
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