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 Jun 2017 conceptcollection
how many ways may i undo you ...
each sublime
i crave your vermilion waters
copper gilded plush
falling to my hungry naked mouth
drug euphoria
drooling ***** toy
as i stroke your ankles
with tender fingers
and brush your delicate feet with my lips
before i lift you
floating girl
and you lose yourself
thanking God
for the inconceivable pleasure
of unbearable pain
as you are split and ruptured open
oh pink flowers splashing
in a stained tub
blood like a blotter

sanguine perfume
mouth melting kisses
heaping *****'s detonations
adorations petition

am i not vulturous
holding you in my warm arms
while i whisper in the caverns of your hollow breath
that you mean the world to me

i drink rain storming from torrid gates howling
from your cleaved ******* and unfurled belly
your eyes
moons trembling
immersed in your fathomless yawning soul
as you take your last breaths

tell me baby
is it tender cruel
are angels kissing you yet
are you caressed by powder pearlescent clouds
are you butter on the lips of God
while dark curtains flutter and shut
while i weep and convulse
in heaping waves of ecstasy

there is only you
heavens  thunder
 Apr 2017 conceptcollection
i saw you in a photograph
smiling like someone trying to be happy
i am not sorry for you
I am so sorry, my dear
I really, truely love you
I just don't show it
I cannot, not always
Sometimes I do little things
For you
Sometimes, I stop
I wonder if my efforts help
Do they matter?
Do they fix anything at all?
I wonder, and so I hesitate
And as you twirl in your own trance
From dusk to dawn
My hopes follow the rising sun,
And I try
To do something
However little
Even if it makes
A speckle bloom
I'll be glad
I have a problem with the word
Immediately after it’s death
There was no sense in going home
My head wasn’t through the door yet
You could see how it bothered me
I had to release it
For morning was sure to come
I hope I never shall forget
When the feeling came over me
Just looking at you
Come sit down with me a moment
Or perhaps for a while
I decided this is not a game
Never win and never lose
National Poetry Month 2017
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