#writhing
and now i’m drenched in desire.
feral and writhing at the hand that feeds me
and everyone always feeds me.
there’s no use in waiting
or wading in the grass
yet, i still feel the blades upon my back
every drop of wet wet dew caresses me
and the breeze shimmers me tauntingly.
now, i twist and contort at the touch of something new
and it rises up in me,
this new longing,
this new pining.
won’t you satisfy me?
won’t you give me what i deserve?
and i know that i will see you again
under the shade of the night
covered in sticky sweat
and love’s delight.
and until then,
nothing else will satisfy me.
nothing can compare.
and soon, so soon,
you will own my flesh
and you’ll have me, rare.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
~for M. G.~
who discerned in a
witty three words,
my essence, perfumed~
<>
we all have in our own(ed)
personal debtors prison,
a chained inner child
asking always:
Am I there yet ?
sad smiling,
a 'no you are not,'
for to freedom day to arrive,
the child must unlock the chains,
no one else can be
permissioned!
someday he'll, rebelent,
will comprehend that
wishing insufficient,
asking nice,
once, thrice, millions
can’t break
the padlock,
And you have to walk away from the inner child,
Leave it to starve
Leave it to die
Leave it to be free
And just a regular grown-up guy!
So saddened
There will be no return
There will be no funeral
No keepsake memories
For the keeping
No capital letters
Just a path
Large yellow arrow pointing
This a way
Bluntly and without fuss, un accompanied by any special invitation,
You leave behind the writhing child
plodding forward,
Slightly offkilter, slightly off balance,
But no longer writhing,
Just drifting from the course,
Ever so slightly
Which is drama plenty,
But there is no morning mourning for the child left behind
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
She comes in waves.
In vibration, pulsating;
In a silken grave.
Writhing, in pain and in pleasure;
Gyrations, a grind of leisure.
Bucking in the saddle;
Riding hard, and giving pressure.
On the range, right at home;
One who meets the measure
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
I was there when he broke your heart,
Like a savage,tore it into tiny parts,
A bit here, a bit there,
Scattered into shards everywhere.
I saw you bleeding with sorrow,
As if there was no tomorrow.
I am sorry I could not help you heal your wounds,
For I had not come around,
I too, was bleeding,
In pain writhing,
He had left me too,
In pieces I am still unable to sew.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
Pencil - ****** - ***** - Penalize -Pentagram - Pentagon - Pentagonal - Penitentiary -Pensive - Peninsula - P.......
....Plagued. What is it to be plagued? Haunted?
Seiged by an inescapable force?
Haulted?
IMMOVABLE.
ability to move, yet achieving no valuable distance.
A struggle writhing within ones self.
Pen -Pent- Pent up- P...
....Please, no more....
....more miles high.....
Stakes,
In the ground.....
Great stakes.....
High,
So very high.
Unreachable.
Unattainable.
Pen-Pensive-Pacing- to pace back and forth down a narrow stretch of newly carpeted hallway.
A door.
Adoring.....
Adorable....
Sweet.
Innocence left?
May be none left.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
I want it to be like
you're in the guestroom
like we had a "guestroom"
or second restroom
but the focus then
is on earning potential
on gain
on capital
instead of the lie
still stuck in your throat.
I smell it: your gullet...
the living room is rancid with it..
the rot still lingering
on the barely shod
curtain rod.
My senses have no room
and the anger is in my tongue and fists
and I am writhing
and punching
SCREAMING
and you...
are finally
leaving.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC