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 Apr 2014 Kuzhur Wilson
A
I need air
 Apr 2014 Kuzhur Wilson
A
what is the provenance of our suffering? what is the provenance of our pain?

in my mind screams imperfections. I’m ugly, grotesque, an abomination. I deserve no one

there is no way I can escape myself for I am trapped. lodged between the dead and the living, I must be somewhere in between. so badly I want to leave my place, to leave me entirely. leave to a better place, a better place in my head.

I must be delirious. thinking that I have lost too much of myself to remember who i am. I now exist as an insignificant shell of who I used to be.

I used to make bright, fluorescent yellow chalk to draw the lines. to create space between everything, like a vacuum. this separation was the good and bad, this separation was my feelings and I, this separation was my life. like all things else, it fades and goes away.

faded
faded
and faded
till one day I see it no more.
there was no line, no boundaries and no separation.

the horrors of my past haunted me
the guilt from inside my heart overwhelmed me
the crazy from deep in my mind resurfaced
the pain within my scars hurt again

I try to retreat back to familiarity
take cover, I say, take cover!
but there was no one left
I was alone
I am alone
just days ago, I thought i would never be
I thought wrong

I need air
I need to wake up
enough
your sweet touch lingers in the memory of my skin
tiny pinholes of pleasure gasping for breath
the hardness of you pressed warmly against the hollows
the sheath laid to the floor
no barriers
all guards let down
acceptance of the inevitable
as you drink deep, what is offered so willingly
after a hard fought battle
pleasures escape from your lips lies caress my soul
and mark my heart for disaster
and in the warm panic of approaching ******
all confessions obtained by blunt and assertive force have been wrenched away from this guarded heart,
and yet nothing but the mechanics of your lips and fingertips linger
the warmth swept away by the cold resolution in piercing eyes now
rolled into cold disregard
and deadly ice sets upon blunt trauma shattered by the inevitable truth
the years fall away as a game of love versus lust is thrown to the dogs
and I exquisitely and completely assassinated by love,
one sweet blow at a time.
you get what you believe you wanted only to get what you really asked for. a right hook is the best defence of a left jab.
 Mar 2014 Kuzhur Wilson
Xyns
Walls collapse
Bridges crumble

Letters burn
Voices fade

Ringing stops
Bodies shiver

This is life
And death is her sister
 Mar 2014 Kuzhur Wilson
Ominous
There was fire in his eyes.
She couldn't put the fire out,
so she embraced it, and set herself
on fire.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
 Mar 2014 Kuzhur Wilson
brooke
she is a fine cut of meat
my heart grills under the wires
she's fresh like cucumbers
(c) Brooke Otto
A pearl is kissed; licked
By a gentle, questing tongue,
Ecstasy greets her.
Not a new one, but my sexiest, I think!
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