Drink me in,
Hydrate on the simple sights,
I know you have a thirst
Skin so pallid and dry
Let me wet your lips.

You got hunger pangs
I can hear the rumble,
Core disrupting crawling to the surface
Use that magma to touch me like a volcano
Dive into the abyss
Devour until I am crumbling.

You got needs,
I can see it in your glassy eyes
Pleading with a whimper,
It’s easy just to tease
With a simple coax of a finger
Come to me, come to me
Come for me…

“Good girl”

You want to confess,
So down on your knees,
Look upon your altar,
Praise the rosary when you roll your hands on me
Beg me to appease,
And we can play with your sins.

Do you like it in the dark
Paint your porcelain in neon shadows
Pinks and purples dancing off you
Trying to loosen the leather lined with fleece
Love when you’re in my cusp
Drink me in, beg me, please
Devour every moment spent,
Pray for release.

“Good girl”

If I push I know you’ll cling harder
Though the distance brings fodder
Wouldn’t stop me from loving you

I won’t beg for forgiveness
It’s in these white walls
Where I’m giving up the sequence
Repeating the patterns that led me to madness
Hoping I could make sense of insensible reactions:

We collide, and disperse, to collide, and reverse
All in one motion, we sing like one verse
But our parts are in different tones.

So if your walls are constructed from steel
I’ll be the
Adamantium to cut right through
If you try to deaden my worth—
Then my words will eat at the center again.

You can push me, but you know I’ll cling harder
To the way that you are in the hope that you’ll be
A burning star upon my blackest skies
When I feel the light die,
And all of our commotion begins again.

We twist like rope strands
Tighter than a vice, caught knotted in our sins
Loving you is a knife and we cut through our skin
Bleeding into the deep of our maws
I’m caught in your grip, ripping you in the jaw
Hoping we can exist beyond the heat of these planks
Burning bridges to rebuild the rivers we row.

We collide, and dispense, to collide, and reverse
All in one motion, singing as one verse
Caught off in the distance,
Maybe one day I’ll be forgiven
Push as you pull and I pull as you push
Give me all and nothing or everything at once.

Got blood marks from your love-bites
Smearing from your lipstick
As we dance in neon
We twist in time like contorting aeons
I’m frozen liquid in space like I am freon
Are you oxygen to my carbon?
Cast me in your cast off and we can ignite
Like Nordic fires on our send off
Sent off into the ether I can feel our tether
Pinching in my insides, I’ll reverse
And show you my insides so you can know
What it means to be in me.

We twist like a helix;
Embedding our code
Encrypting our sequence
Cloning our image
As we mix with our matrix,
Become as one again.

She spins me ‘round in a cycle
Cyclone as our minds go
Deeper into this gutter
The walls shiver with what she mutters
With leather cuffs adorned with brushed steel
Catching the dark light like a culture
Exposure to the low light,
We **** like we’re low lives
***** until the dawn breaks, early daylight
Compositing composure in heavy sighs
And our love rivers dripping down her thighs
She’s krypton caught in my orbit
Strike the switch and watch me illuminate
Until we are both enlightened
I’ll show you what it means to be in me.

We twist like a helix,
Embedding our code
Encrypting our sequence
Cloning our image,
As we mix with our matrix,
To become as one again.

Those two are so often seen,
That one might see them as one.
One wouldn't, one said,
And one would be wrong.
The other said, Yes, one would.
One won't.
We know.
It's all show. Civility. Cruelty.
One knows.

could you please look in your purse?
you see, I gave you all my love
and left none for me

I'm sure I gave you plenty
and I so desperately need some now
please, could you return
a bit of that love I filled you with?

because I still have none for me
as you throw it all away to an abyss
could you please look in your purse?
I'm sure my love is spilling from it!

Touch me like a thousand threads
And stitch me to your heart,
Fasten me in crochet pattern,
I wish to feel the rise and fall of every beat
And kiss every broken vessel

Let me drink you in,
Become a vassal
An aegis to ward off the hordes of hell
Who hound like hungry wolves
Nipping at your beauty
Distorting the white in red bit marked linen.

Even as I dissipate,
Slowly eroding like ancient oak
Borrow the strength of my core
And burn the rest to shine the light
And warm your soul,
In the afterglow of a life once lived
May the smoke of knowledge
Fill your lungs like autumn air.

Remember me,
When too tired for goodbyes
And the bridge falls apart
With me in the middle,
Caught in the grasp of a morrow
I can never achieve,
If only to give you life
In a single breath

Know that I love you
Always, and in every passing moment
Yesterday, now, tomorrow,
A thousand years in either direction,
Across many names and faces,
As star dust intertwined in helix
Broken but for magnetic dealings
Black magic in practice,
Bound like tomes that read our story
Arcane in its kinetic energy.

Forever was but a fools errand,
I have loved you since the spark,
Since the dawn of stars,
When planets were but scattered marbles
Seeking a purpose, I have loved you then.
As I always will.

And yes I do want someone
I want someone to hold me and
I want someone to hold
Someone to laugh with
Someone to cry

And yes I do want someone
I want someone to talk to and
I want someone to listen to
Someone to learn from
Someone to love

And yes I do want someone
I want someone to be with and
I want someone to be away from
Someone to watch smile or
Someone to watch frown

And yes I do want someone
I want someone to work and
I want someone to stay
Someone to help us
Someone to understand

And yes I do want someone

You know I love you
You must know all the things I do,
Big things, small things,
Despite your worry, I will not go.
But sometimes you annoy me,
With lots of small things,
Is it your way to avoid me?
Or do you miss the pain it brings?
Toilet seats, left up all the time,
Open ******* boxes all over the pantry,
Crumbs on the floor and ants in a line,
Towels stuck in the microwave; I'm angry!
Why can't you do these simple things?
It's not a lot to ask.
Don't get me started on your room:
Clothes and junk are just too much,
And in the other one, A Temple of Doom,
Your record collection sits untouched.
Downstairs, there’s a pile of tools,
filling up the dining room,
It'd be great if you used these "jewels";
You're so attached they should be in the bedroom!
They're just lots of small things,
Why won't you clean them up?
To me they're irritating things,
And they just keep piling up.
All the small things
Sitting here for twenty years.
Are they the talismans
Against your fears?
You used to bring me flowers
To show me that you cared.
Now you shop online for hours;
I sometimes forget you’re there.
When you ignore the small things,
I’ll dig them out of a pile
And see what money they bring;
You won’t notice after a while.
Maybe in twenty years more
I’ll have all these things
Whittled down and cleared
And we could be each other’s things
Once more.

Sharon Talbot - 2010-2024