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Alexandra King Nov 2010
I think you do not fall downwards into love
rather, you circle eathother warily
slowly entangling , a double helix
of mutual fascination
and desire
breath matching the tempo of heartbeats
certainty pulled apart, bodies together
motion by emotion, death by little death
heart and mind entwined in dangerous play.
Alexandra King Nov 2010
Is it really better to lose at love
than never play the game?
Is it truly wiser to bare your soul
knowing it will never be the same?
Because on these lonely nights,
I wish I'd never seen your face,
and that my lonely ****** heart
had never left its place.
Alexandra King Nov 2010
I eat fire
I swallow it whole
I dance to the flames
that spark in my toes
You feel the heat
as I pass, as I pause
I light your fire
then I burn you raw.
Alexandra King Nov 2010
i am searching for reasons
where none exist.
loyalty requires that i fulfill
the contract written by destiny:
years ahead, time to ****, another day.
but it's a ****** lie and
i want to go home.
Mine.
Alexandra King Nov 2010
I am powerless
pitted against your will.
You're so beautiful:
a hard, bruising embrace,
unkind with a ****** heart.
I may love you.
But I have nothing more to give:
I am but bones and memory.
Alexandra King Nov 2010
Selfishly in the night I raise you from the dead.
each suture cleanly picked, caressed and bled
until I'm lost. I wake to pink skies.
Gray memories call behind me: tentacular smoke
pulling, insisting, towards you, and hell.
but you were one for ice, not fire.

If I turn quickly I can still see it:
'two skinny long-hairs' in an empty hall
blushing, secret, tripping into a kiss
knocking together and  sliding past innocent days.
I didn't blame you, naturally, but there's
blood on your hands and you still have my things.

So I close my eyes again and sail for another day,
another night to miss you, to watch you fall grain
by unnoticed grain in a sandglass.
already the light has changed and you no longer glow.
it is a cruel hope, but I know I shall awake
and one day, find no lover, only dust.
Alexandra King Oct 2010
A pomegranate
is unlike your whorish apple.
Regal, divine,
Only a diligent suitor feasts.
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