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The crickets sound livelier
this morning,
they fill my mind with wonder.

I love the freedom of the wind,
the awakening of the morning star,
splintering the sky with red.
You drive me mad woman,
make me feel like a puppet,
a regular lunatic.

So please darling,
please take me
with you
to the other side.
String me up,
move my body parts
with your slick fingers.

Choke me,
choke me,
choke me hard,
take my thickness
within your
temptress-spirit.

Destroy me,
take me down,
squeeze tight,
annihilate me
with your charms,
consume
my rapid flow.

I want to inhale us,
feel your lady-grip,
taste us,
suffocate myself
deep inside
your
warm glow
& feel spent.
Every time you
tap another key,
post another word,
give me more stanza,
you sink deeper,
place your heart
on the line
with mine.

'Cause I read
everything
you put out
& I imagine
your delicate fingers
tracing my own stories
of loneliness &
broken hearts.

You're so fine,
a genuine poet.
I want to die clean,
to swallow no bitterness,
lie down with the ancient ones,
right next to the them
in their cold splendor.

I can taste the eternal,
feel their restlessness
below the surface,
now empty vessels,
these dried corpses
speak to us
from another plane.

Do you feel their icy grip,
they are alive,
they reign supreme,
they did not die in vain,
do you hear them calling?
Another session greets
me for another
beautiful day.

I flow effortlessly,
from one
position
into another,
breathing prana,
in and out,
my hips reach
toward the heavens
into a nirvana-state,
rock hard & perspiring,
I am connected
to the sacredness
of other kindred spirits
engaged in similar activities,
a million miles away,
in their own sacred places,
exploding.
She said I missed you
And I did
She saw the way I touched you
You felt so good in my hands
That I couldn't hide it
Like part of me
You and I
Lightning, clouds and thunder
Raining brass from the sky
Death no longer silent
But screaming in joy
Barking it out loudly
Singing to the world
Stirring dust devils
In the distance
As we dance
Just wanted to see if I could write a poem about anything. I think I can
Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Ripping, tearing,
Pulling my flesh away.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
To a host of which
They are unwelcome.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Lying, defying,
Numbing the realities.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Whispering nothings to which
There are no meanings.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Confusing, undoing,
Ignoring all truths.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Crafting lies which
Are filled with sin.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Mending, fixing,
Stitching the wounds.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Making a home in which
They shouldn't be existing.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
 Jan 2014 Annilda Esterhuysen
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This is me loving you. 
This is my love serving as a buoy
A little reminder
That you can never let yourself swim
Further than our tender hearts can bear

This is me loving you. 
This is my love serving as a life preserver
A little reminder 
That you can never let yourself drown 
When I am diving in to catch you 
(Always)

This is me loving you. 
This is my love attempting to save you.
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