if you'd ask,
i'd tell you darkness is my preference.
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though,
gory meets glory
and glow,
you should know
that i am dark and in part,
i am light.

selective silence,
in particular,
to whom and of what i speak.
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obscured vision
of my limbs turning stiff,
bearing branches and leaves.
i look at trees and think,
"my, wouldn't that be amazing"
to be as strong and sturdy,
to be so still
and still so worthy;
to be so grounded,
and earthy.

we created monsters in the same space we found peace,
pretty neat.
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fought demons then channeled high energy,
it's bittersweet.
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sensual enough to make car ***
seem romantic enough
to lose my mind at the very touch of one button...
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something about the words
"no one, but you"
makes my nature of possessive seem reasonable,
right?
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never thought i'd be lurking,
lusting,
tempted to fall on my knees at your feet
so you can meet me at that place again...
can you make space again?
within my walls,
behind doors that still await your release.

energies channeled on behalf of
heat & friction,
fast paced-motion
and fingers gripping throat;
turned themselves against themselves
then gained strength.
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sacred energy,
no longer strictly in heats of moments;
now there's heat in every moment.