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James R 4h
have you ever felt a friendship die,
gasping for its last breath between scattered texts and awkward compliments?
each wincing inhale a deliberate pause
to find the words you force
yourself to want.
you may need each other but the knife
between the ribs didn’t.
time won’t heal what’s already dead
but the memory of it may be beautiful
and kind like ocean air before your lips
are parched, a firm kiss you want to linger (and does), a lightning bolt against the ****** that reminds you of their warmth.
Styles 12h
Roses
are blind
to their beauty
yet they beauty
is worshipped

Such a curse
is nature
Styles 12h
She was obsessed with her fear
                     the dangers of love,
                     the agony of despair,
                     the pain of heartbreak,
                     froze her in her tracks.
Her rib cage splayed
and knees felled away
from each other,
she lay as a refuge,
an invitation:

Climb in, stretch my skin
over yours—
it's warm and dark inside,
you need not come out
until you are ready.
Styles 23h
Like a compass, I am lost without you. Our attraction draws me to you like the my point of existence is drawn to our point of contact. Opposites attract and we are beyond that.
Styles 1d
My
majesty  
open your legs wide
expose to me
my destiny.
We are about to
make love
and I have
the other half
of our recipe.
Nora 1d
Does she take you there --?
Wet warm wild ride
Summer noon,
Her bed
made from word magnets
Jade 1d
⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to ****** assault, human trafficking, misogyny and religious references some may find offensive. ⚠️

Your mental health is my priority.
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god creates the
forbidden fruit
but has not yet
deemed it forbidden

historians debate

is it an apple
or a pomegranate


it is a pomegranate  


deeply inspired
god
views it as the prototype
for female genitalia
doomed to rot
beneath the glare of
his brimstone pupils

when cut in half

yonic

engorged with

nectar

burgundy secretions

teardrops of seed
outrun
flesh


and let there be blood

god declares

and let the women
bleed as softly
as the pomegranate

and god looks upon
all that he has made
and it is
very good

until the serpent arrives

but
the serpent is not
a man

is only a devil
because god says so

is only a devil
because she is actually
a woman


reptilian lamina winks
in the amber light
as she scalps the innards
of the pomegranate with her
flickering tongue

"come child

reach for the fruit
like it is your anatomy

and then get the **** outta here

do not let god
fool you into
believing your body
is your own

because it isn't"

arms ache
as they stretch
towards the foliage

a woman is not meant to reach

is not meant
to desire

to attain what she is entitled to

what is deservedly hers


hands meet fruit

hands are immediately
punished

seared upon
their first touch

leaving blistered pirouettes
behind

this is the invention
of the fingerprint

eve's daughters
inherit her burns
until time's end

wear them like jewels
above their knuckles

engaged
perpetual
to the patriarchy

never to forget the hour
their mother was cast out
from the garden of eden


god thunders

your body belongs to me
to man
and his pleasure

a pleasure you do not deserve


isn't it funny how
man and men
can both be plural

while woman just doesn't
have the same ring
as women

because one male
is superior
to every female


women are not made
in the image of god
they are made
in the image of man

god steals Adam's rib
to make eve
from something
that is easily breakable

like *****

like rope-burned neck
at the gallows

like voice


static


and


tuned out


women are not to speak
but are to serve

to beget more men

do you think mary's
pregnancy
was a choice

do you think there
is a reason
god chose a son
and not a daughter

do you think there
is a reason
lot's wife
was not given a name

perhaps
god does not
hate
women

but
he also does not
love
them

the moment
eve tries to reclaim
what is hers

blood

weeps down her thigh

****** bruised
between god's fangs
as if he were
devouring
the pomegranate


there is no softness here


let there be
pain

during
*******
***
childbirth


let there be
pain

from
speculum
gloved fingers

****

let there be
witch trials
trafficked bodies
****


and let it
always
be the woman's fault

let women
always
pay
for the sins of man


perhaps god
did not intend
for it to be this way

perhaps god did not
command
these horrors

but he did not
stop them
either


perhaps
god does not
hate
women

but
he also does not
love
them


and


how can he not love
eve

the very woman
who is named after
the sunset

**

isn't it sad
that eve
was never taught
to capitalize the first letter of her
name

because

not even her name
belonged to her
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My heart beats
rhythmically with yours
Limbs intertwined
Skin melting into skin
My eyes closed
The salt of you on my tongue
Your breath
Hot and sweet on my neck
As I dissolve
into that exquisite contiguity
of corporeal rapture
and ethereal ecstasy
Styles 4d
He watches her ride his fingers
  Two at a time
  as they slide
deep inside
She rides and grinds 
as their bodies align
   their desires collide
                      
  He watches her eyes roll back
    Two at a time
     as she writhes
      in satisfaction he's hardened
with the gratification
 that she is
  satisfied
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