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Time was getting away.
Time was traveling through space.
Time was balling into wax
Of ear dirt in the mind.
At the break
Neck,
It warped the world.
Interstellar.
Intergalactic.
Interloper.
Break neck into your arms.
Kisses, a candy of crushes,
Wrapped in coated yesterdays.
You can’t mean that,
That you are gone,
And I am here?
What means you to hit the high road,
Alone.
It cannot be.
It must not be.
It was the scene
Cut, and deleted like the control v
It was.
Defeated and deflated
On wings of storied lightning bolts,
Storied in minds of
Men.
Lock the door
To the heart.
Why try again.
The pain the pain
So saddled in gore.
Glory to all.
The goodnight, he said.
The Good night, he said.
The good Night, he said.
In finalized democracy,
He took in his own hand,
Decide what was right.
It’s a collaboration,
Not a solo project.
Correct the situation,
Correlate the situation.
She tires and wearies,
And bids, him
Fare
Thee
Well
Farewell, fare well.
A near month of sorrow,
Drawn out,
Of fear of confrontation
With an analytical
Destroyer of resolve,
Seducer of good intentions,
Hot lips of caresses.
Your work is done here,
These aren’t the droids
You seek,
And care on into the night,
In passion and in fright.
Fear of the leaving.
Fear of the staying.
Fear of the ground leaves
Buried deep in the soil.
The fresh smell of the rain,
Into dirt.
He’s still,

Gone.
Into pavement
Like glass smashing
Onto pavement
Like glass crashing
The pull to the chest
Of the heart breaking
Like a crystal tornado
Wrapped up in its veins
Tearing it out
With each swirl of the winds
That carried you off
At the begins.
Onto the ground
Curled to a ball
To contain the storm
That lashed out of bounds.
Heels to ***
Elbows to knees
The smaller the target
The less there will be
Of crystal tornado shards
Destroying the soul.
I wish I was you
So I could be with you
I wish you was me
So you'd be near me
I wish we was us
So there'd be no distance
No chasm of hurt
No scion of pain
No pang of longing
Just me in you
And you in me
I wish I was you.
Bellhaven a town of five
Grew in his love and potent flares
She shivered as she dove
Deep beneath his cumbersome faults
To the misty beaches in his eyes

They ran the grocers
Her love of loves
Carrying the parcels to waiting cars
Making bank trips on bicycle seats
******* all night under uncovered bulbs

Market lights on strings of electric
Pattern up the ceiling joists
She travels her journey
In whims of ecstasy
And sweeps the storeroom of tattered webs

Children join the dusty mop head
Ringing the sound of miniature him's
She and he's of minute proportions
Occupy the grocery carts, the
Two wheeled seats of financial ruin.

The market lights on strings of wire
Sputter with the fading current
He ***** the lips of his love of loves
And squirrels his toes behind her ankles
******* the night under unsheltered bulbs

They all are gone now in Bellhaven
The town of five is now beyond the five.
They all run around on seats of bicycles
Bank drafts and grocery carts
All gone to litter.

Her love of love gone down in a blizzard
Her children amassing out there by the highway
Her market light patterning the joists
As she dives deep beneath
The cumbersome faults.
Ordinary lives
Have you lost your favorite toy?
She failed you, disappoint you?
So now you stare.
So, now you don't care.
Hurt travels through tears like bombs,
Ruptures the landscape of loss.
Loss of trust,
Loss of dreams,
Loss like books in the Bible
You are tossed,
Across a Sea of Galilee,
A direction home.
Dry the well of deserved tears
Til they choke on brambles in the hills.
Murdered by descent.
Murdered by laments.
Ground to dust
They muddy
In the quick fire up there
As it slow burns your life
Down here.
****!
Like milkweed in the breeze
Gone.
So many personal metaphors, excuse my indulgence...loss like books in the Bible, missing chapters but also from The Pretenders song title escapes me she says like a break in the battle. I heard either book in the Bible or brick in the Bible and before internet info I sang those words for years, for pay lol. Brambles from another song i sing Bramble and the Rose.  Quick fire up there from my Appalachian lover who demonstrated mountain speak as thar's a fur up thar...and how they all disappear in the wind...
Shower me with praise and adoration
So I may lick thy face in wanton lust.
Hold my legs high, with the utmost regard,
Return the compliment to nether lips.
Stand still and statuesque, my mouth to claim,
So's to bring thy soul to quivering quill
And write my name in climatic exclaim.
I'd like to expand to a proper sonnet.
  Jan 2017 Deborah T Johnson
Pagan Paul
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Do you feel the right connection?
Pulling at the space between us.
Evaporating our barricades
and redefining those hazy borders.
My hand on your *** brings shivers,
your hand on mine evokes promises,
a kiss as the connection is made
and time stands still in awe.
Two connect with a static charge,
exploding in a chaos of lightning,
sensitive tongues of mute pleasure
dance lightly across tenderised skins.
Synapses skip with happy wonder,
as sparks fly with interactive touch,
teasing memories of the future.
We disrobe. Waiting. Coiled springs.
Ready to ****.


© Pagan Paul (12/01/17)
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