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Nico Judd Oct 11
Lust is a fever that will not break
Gem set spied through the window
of a glistening storefront

I pace about, outside
pitching and heaving
palms damp and pulse high

until
fists crash
through thick and taunting glass
blood drips down my forearms
in sweet and sensuous punishment

Electric.

High on this carnal criminality
Dizzy from the thrill of alarm bells’
whine and pitch

I swallow 48 karats of you
just to feel the luxury
of your heat inside of me

Warm butter silk to line my coffin
Risking decadence for
a little death

Romance has its fair share of thrills
but subversion is a horned god
I give worship to

Tend to me.
Tend to the parts
most boys leave undiscovered
curiosity kept in check by
‘what would mama say?’
and
‘What Would Jesus Do?’



**** me in the spaces without name
Baptize their thick slickness
with sounds that cannot be words
and
words that cannot be heard
without
gasps and
ugghhs and
tisk tisks

Come, my love
for civility’s sake
Come shock and disappoint them
just the way I like it

Sing to me in my ear
wrap your tongue around my neck
so that my ancestors sweat
from your
vile and ravenous intentions

Within this aching body
there are far dirtier places
than behind the ears
begging to be worked clean

Bite your lover’s lip
Render her wet with exhaustion
and bathe her cool again

thou
shalt
not
go
unrewarded

tonight.

I wrote a poem for you
while you were sleeping

Then crept into your room
to debut its dark
and lovely
recitation
Written August 17, 2020
The smooth hot breath
of summer dances on her skin
A warm metallic fragrance
soaked into her tongue
as electricity pulsed
in the lingering humidity
Rolling embers illuminated
the midnight sky
The still darkness
hummed and sparked
Suffocating the timid
roars of thunder
I thought I was like a bird safely sitting on that wire.
Foolishly thinking I could bypass your electric fire.
But I am no tightrope walker,
    So I slip
         the sparks
               cascading
                       through
                           my grip
                                bathing
                                    me in a
                                         technicolour
                                              waterfall.
there was no going back
from the spark between us
for a love of such power
never strikes twice
have you ever felt a love of such power?
dailythoughts May 27
throw your head back
and listen to some Khalid

pour yourself a glass of wine
and sway to Alina Baraz
love me  
take me to outer space
Colm Jan 24
One day a new energy burned in the sky
Bright as the sun beasts eyes
And just as strong as this wind engine of mine
And I could see it, finally
Though it had always been
It was like... Electric skies
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2019
When I see you I can’t help but smile
The look in your eyes is to die for
And that gorgeous radiant laugh can be heard for miles
You leave your business card in my shoe when I visit
I still have each and every one
When I’m not around, I miss it
I draw hearts on your calendar when you look away
I love when you find them
It makes my day
And no matter what happens you know I love you
That regardless of anything
Or the distance that grew
You’ll always be with me until the end
And I’ll always be here
For my lovely best friend
Sharon Talbot Nov 2019
Winter Storm Warning
For tonight, chance of snow:
Chance of conditions you do not know.
"Friday night, snowy, windy,
May last ‘til Sunday,"
Maybe one day,
You’ll be laid low.

Pack all the supplies you can,
Into a bunker or four-wheel drive van,
Throw in some extras, like a tire that's bare
And tell your kids, “Let’s go.”
But where? You pretend to know.

"Anywhere, anywhere I don't care!"
Away from the house with the giant tree,
That might fall and crush you, mother and me.
Away from power lines crackling on ice,
They’re explosive and electrocution's not very nice!

Up from Cape Hatteras,
Barrels the storm,
Where we’ve heard horror tales
Of strong gales and anxious watch,
Do we trust our lazy guts or the isobars?

On to New York,
Where they never quail
In the face of danger
Though the winds might wail,
Past Block Island with towering waves
To the Sound and the fury and gale.

We grit our teeth and batten the hatches,
Tell stories of worse weather watch to soothe,
Keeping voices low and emotions smooth.
Yet weather folks, hysterical, predict our fate,
Willing the worst, making us wait.

This time the flickering power stays on,
Our street isn't flooded
And the roof's not gone.
"All that fuss for nothing!" say the young and brave,
While you have that same dream of an old, rogue wave.
Probably inspired by an actual storm warning, how frightened people (especially kids) can be, or how calm. Some of the silly planning is included, things that won't really help.And the way it often amounts to nothing, but whose fear always hovers somewhere--in the back of one's mind, or in dreams.
My sweetheart is a man's man heiress
Her man must be a carbon copy of Jupiter, her father,
An alpha, a beta, a kappa, an omega male altogether
A carpenter by trade,
The epitome of masculinity
Who could solve any math problem in a second
And knew how to fix everything
A car, electric, plumbing
A family hero, a handy man
Who built houses from the ground up
He could swaddle a baby's nightmare properly
Open doors to the winds of sadness
And pull chairs to the lights of happiness
And he could dress every day to the nines
Infusing in her heiress forever wine 's bouquet
And the love of animals.
So consequently
My sweetheart is an animal 's animal heiress
She eats meat only  if it has a label on it
Saying that animals are not  caged
Or mistreated in anyway.
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Electric
Your touch
Lights me up

Breath on breath
Seeing stars
Bliss

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