Things might start off slowly
But we've mastered the art of losing control
The act alone takes the reins
As our bodies fall into each other
This was more than just passion
I never knew what true ecstasy was
Until I found it with you
You make my body tremble
With even the slightest touch
But when it becomes rougher and harder
I understand what it is like
For two souls to come together as one
Guided by the hands of pure intimacy

between what is
and what is to become

sitting on
a large grey stone

eyes skimming
across the inlet

never have I seen
an ugly sky

the horizon the horizon
how many times

have I penned
that word horizon

looking for the ears to hear
to come from beyond the horizon

i slept with scissors on my bed
just to see.
to wake up in a new cut.
just to see
if danger is a true concept
if a surprise is something real.

i did sleep with scissors on my bed
because i have a tendency to move around a lot;
just to see
if the blade would try to kiss my rib
to quiet me down;

just to see
if fire really burns;
just to see
if what runs inside my veins
hasn't disappeared yet.
what i saw
was that it is better to sleep with scissors
than to wake up by my own.

Ill be there, whether the skies are grey or blue, whether its just me or you.
You're so perfect, you're so kind, you're always gonna be on my mind.
The way you talk, the way you walk, the way you say my name, i swear this isn't a game.
Its you, its always been you. we are the perfect two. baby, me and you .

sadness, madness:

to have your heart broken
and
to write about it
like it's the most beautiful thing
you've ever felt
and experienced
and
like it's the most beautiful thing
to feel

when it actually kills you.

— l. m

Silenus, sad old satyr, wearied of seduction.
He'd cultivated enough nymphs
to last an immortal lifetime.
They were all the same anyway,
ubiquitous, their beatific bottoms
lifted and eager to be impaled.
He dreamed of mortal women, wary and with wiles.
A bit more of a challenge.
But a job is a job, even for a demigod.
Onward. he plowed another furrow.
Back to work. Hard at it. Poking eternity.
Once more into the breach.
  - mce

I have so much to say
But given the opportunity
I'm silent