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 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
******* silky garnet ooze off manicured fingernails
Patent leather gun metal smiles that never bend
Only break
A thousand different endings, where do we go from here?
Brainzzzzz!
Zombie missing body parts I want your fluids love
Break me off a piece Of that
An arm or a foot, craaaack!
Slurp,gurgle,moan, Mmm so tasty.
Never can get enough
Cut deep vein thrombosis all over my exposed heart
Only your flesh will sate the gnawing hunger
(licks lips) more
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Sari Sups
One spoon of cough syrup*

              Pour
   Lines pulled against
         the currents,
like the strings of my day
      and you have set
       underneath my
            horizon;
    flares of your colors
         settling into
           my earth.
                                                     Taste
                                          Read my eyes and
                                             longing looks.
                                      Find the nerve behind
                                           the trail of scarlet
                                          and embrace your
                                           lingering shadow
                                         the one I've learned
                                                  to love.                                            

          Swallow                                          ­                                                  
   Cling to my desire                                                           ­                              
 and entangle yourself
         once more
don't struggle instead
     press your bones
        into my grave
   and bury me in your
         flesh of broken
                dreams.
                                  ­                                                                 ­                                                             Repeat
                                         ­       Defrost your denied
                                                         approval in
                                                         my warmth
                                                     and wrap me in
                                                           attention.
                                                      ­ Turn me into
                                                  your poison apple
                                                and sink your heart
                                                  deep into my core.
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
Disconnected
Conceptual misconceptions creating order
Among the tar layered chaos
Numb and faithless
Tired and graceless
Fuzzy edges of once sharp concrete turns up a cure
Not quite following what it is you deciphered
I would rather take another hit
Breathe it in deep. Pulls me down hard.
Used to be like flying
Only now the heaviness sinks past my thoughts
Entering my blood stream burning liquid crazy fast
Ghostly memories of incense haze black light spirals
Blending with pale laced fingers
Inspire the starry eyed to create monoliths
Our minds are seperate and desperate but must remain
Quiet.
Reserved.
Disconnected.
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
Stella
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
She enjoys being a little more than a handful
Bright and brilliant in ways most only dream about
Attaining a sense of mystery with added wonder
That is all her own
Dripping wet velvet verse
*** on stilts
Never learning how to turn it down
Or if she even had the ability
No, her talents did not lay in the realm of constraint
But in that of the exotic, obnoxious, aroused and uninhibited
She never met a soul she could not charm
Or one that she could not ******
Cracking open their fragile shells like oysters
Flooding them with compliments
Softening their regard
Then quickly slurping out their mettle with a talented tongue
She will leave you weak kneed
Your mouth wet and dry at the same time
Unable to make up its mine
Whispering her name as you are left staring after her
Breathing deeply of the cloud of her perfume
In her eyes you thought  you saw heaven
In her smile you know you saw hell
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
Advice
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
Don't ever tell a woman to calm down.
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
She sits on the sidelines
Outlined by shadow and smoke
Her curling p's and q's go unnoticed
Watching him wallow in darkness
Persephone and Hades comes to mind
Although in reverse
The ashes of her springtime **** craves the bright burning flame of his 
Unforgiveness
Coming on like a fifth street ******
Red lips and sky high thighs
She's got bad intentions 
His fathomless inkwell craves the sweetness of her embrace
We all aren't built the same she thinks
But she'd let him tap her vein
Violets and stars winking in her vision
His cold touch finally reaches her
Hot skin melting past his reluctant facade
It was all a game he whispers
To get you closer
**To make you mine
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
Burn me up
Burn me down
I feel like all I ever do is drown


Concave throat straining against acidic salt water sizzle
Ghost swim in my vision
Ethereal and non-committed, I'll never break through
An anvil weighs heavy on an already heaving chest
My struggles won't last long now
Great depths are unforgiving, waves barrel and crash above me
I can see stripes of sunlight cutting through murky layers of gray and blue
Pieces of wrEckage descend around me but nothing to latch on to
Spreading blackness like octopus ink converts knowledge to fear
Fluttering response  of muscle, I no longer have the strength to fight
Numb. Unconscious.
Floating softly to the ocean floor
*Where I will be part of you always
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
Your phone calls always startle me
Never knowing what I might find if I pick up
ANSWER THE **** THING!!!
Your voice is deep and melodic
Dragging me back down into the hypnotic ******
Of late night *******
Viiiiiiicccttttoooorrrriiiaaaaaa
Your moans do not escape the pulsing of my secret flesh
Reaching crescendo as I bare witness to the sound of your ***
Just a little longer you say
Tie me up a bit, spank the delectable juicy round of my generous ***
Fantasy handprints mark alabaster like a second grade Thanksgiving turkey art project
Only here feathers are far more threatening
I'll be whatever you want me to be
Between midnight and six a.m.
Caressed by the curling waft of sunlight through smoke and shadow
Your voice fades away into static
Always left wet and wanting for more
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
I will do it when I **** well please

And don't look at me like that
Like I'll never touch you again or grace you with my presence
I just cannot breathe in here

Your lines remind me of slipping
Further and further off the edge
On a post-it to my notebook.
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