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128 · Dec 2018
Tactile
B Dec 2018
Hands,
sleeves pulled over.
head lowered.
And
touch me slower,
your soul, I beg closer.
Barren land,
I am
a temperament of dry sands.
Hands,
break me
and build me into something of sensuality.
128 · Jul 2021
Palm Reading
B Jul 2021
I want to touch you until my hands lose grip and meaning,
and we've lost the world we thought to be seeing.
Til' from my palm,
gone,
the creases of fortune,
the mangle of time.
I want to love you,
so true and so hard
even our kisses start to rhyme.
Wordlessly plead,
your worship, your prurience,
your where and when.
The ache of my silent needing
dripping on down your chin.
123 · Jul 2021
Til Death do us Part
B Jul 2021
My face redder
with every breath I withheld
and I think you could be better
If you loved like what my mind did weld.
Veil had no need to cross my face
only wished, for so long, to look in your eyes,
and match the drum of your feet as you paced.
I don't think I wanted you -
just someone there when I passed on
so no one could whisper of how
I was so alone when I had gone.
109 · Jul 2021
Cherry Jam
B Jul 2021
Veil is tight and packed in an old wicker drawer.
Cherry jam
- I am -
spilled upon the floor.
Chess board alive again tonight, the queen will fight for life
against the beautiful things that bring war
battle of guilt and mistress' strife
the man that drools for more.
White knight be ever dammed, she only has the bitter wine of summer's passing in her hands.
Old guitar strummed to the tune of his aging breath in the aching breeze,
We wait and wait in patient greed.
107 · Feb 2021
Reap what you Sow
B Feb 2021
I am tired of being a ****** property,
by the time I have grown into my skin
all I ought to be
is cloth of a million miles,
I become the sea.
Blamed for men and their poverty,
lack of shame and social precocity
- inspired by years of gulosity -
my sisters and me,
so eroded by eyes, we've reached our callosity.
Woman, with him at war, must reap the sorrows of the land.
Simple and pacing solution; I must reap the life from man.
101 · Apr 2021
cocoon
B Apr 2021
it is but my fantasy,
asleep in a chrysalis of surrounding dark
aware of the day i become moth,
never to raise a silver moon wing-
dead as a flightless lark.
95 · Nov 2020
Peaches, Blood, and Cream
B Nov 2020
Your words to me
like teeth plunge into a peach
the pink of gum and blood on tile, white.
Lately you have much to teach;
lonely, stone fox is not evil to be,
only when he tears at mouse does it not feel right.
Lets her live with muscles tight...
Trust has replaced the holy three,
made peace an enemy
in her robes of sweet and jasmine green.
And now your smile, by sunlight, bleached
curse the rays that rise on East
and breaks the skin of a rotten peach.
Waits for the glory of ending's blinding light
so glad it stole away my sight...
and I can only feel the dampness in my bed at night.
88 · Nov 2020
Indigo
B Nov 2020
My indigo
where did you go?
Far off to
lands of who and why
to color another purple sky,
a little more blue.
85 · Oct 31
Deserted and Abandoned
B Oct 31
I'm struggling with so much
taking down the vacancy sign in my head
moving on from your touch
watching rot grow on broken bread.
Haven't talked to you in months
and I feel like an addict
searching for your acceptance, I'm on the hunt
so exhausted and erratic.
Know you're all wrong for me
sickening, like a bad habit
you are the trap
and I get far too close, silly rabbit.

Something I always come back to
a song with an all too catchy rhyme
playing over and over again
how long until you exit my mind?
I think it's been too long know
I really think it's time.
82 · Jan 2020
Remember
B Jan 2020
I remember
what it was like.
In the rain, in the night.
Clothed in ******,
cold like starlight.
Trees of black and green, on bending to our will.
Every creature, every soul, every stirring eye; still
Waist deep in regretting
and head, so far under all I loved forgetting.
Your smile, like a boy's, so plain and youthful
my eyes, so wrong, too old...too truthful.
All I could feel was the weight of those hands
couldn't suffer my yearning, though I could understand.
The next wake and early morning
I walked in solitude, the fool's crown adorning.
As you shuffled on home, shoes to the sidewalk, slide
I, twelve paces behind, pretending it was your side.
Become bluer on bluer as you step with the lines,
so I cursedly follow
picking up rays the sun left behind.

— The End —