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Erin Triste Mar 2013
two steps
hesitant
in the vortex of
complicated footwork
and hormonal teenagers
who knows?
who cares?
I do
You don't
we're spinning head first
into a night
drenched in
cheap cologne and cheesy love songs
****
i love you
so much
that i
rake at the leather
teethe the frayed denim
again and again
like the mangy dogs we are
and it goes on and on
like black holes at noon
or night
whenever really.
who knows?
who cares?
mentally we are dancing
******, nothing.
am i laughing?
i don't know.
screaming?
who knows?
who cares?

not me.
Hm.
Erin Triste Jan 2013
The smooth indentations dip
And like the dust in those lonely caverns
of the  stoic moon above
they swirl like the recollection of thoughts

of this cold night
of this cold dark night

of the nights when I long
to hold you
in these empty arms

I am
Just being the teenager I am
Erin Triste Mar 2013
I've finally come in terms
And this gaping hole's closing up
Quicksand's hardening 'neath my feet
Where I was trapped waist up.

Breathe it in, at what cost?
Gush it out, unfused
No war was lost
The knives are left unused
Erin Triste Jan 2013
When the lights finally switch off
And night swallows it a-whole
Hold the monsters off, My darling
And never fall into the hole

When they claw into your heart
And thrash it onto unforgiving floor
Smudge yourself with the earth of the hearth
And yell, "Nevermore, Nevermore!"

For the primal beast inside calls
for even the dimmest light of justice
While the rage inside roars like the falls
Held back by the heart's dark crevice

But remember my lonely child
Though the brusque always seem to win
The final victor is never the wild
But in one of the patient kin
Erin Triste Jan 2013
Those untouched curves
Cradled by the moon
Sung by silent melodies
On a sweet somber night

I trace on it slowly
Making whorls in the void
Humming mindlessly
Smiling in the dark

as the rise and fall of her chest
thrum me to sleep
Erin Triste Mar 2013
I want to speak of passion
Of the sunburst whirling through the day
When sweat and blood run as one
And salt is all I taste and say.

        I want to speak of you,
the way diamond wades in your eyes
Your paper-like teeth and the way
They bite through my truths and lies

    Sinewy muscle woven by
mortality and love (be lust?)
Erin Triste Mar 2013
I love the taste of words
against my silken tongue
I feel them drop off from a quiet place
full of light and color
and feel them slide out
slowly
and surely
to bring color
to the dull world outside

— The End —