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  Oct 2020 kaya
Cindy Long
I yurn for you to fill me up
With the knowledge that he forbade.
To touch me;
Soothe my soul in such a way that i am condemned.
See me with your ravenous eyes;
Wild and searching from the woes of damnation.
I beg of you to lead me in this valley and show me where to lay.
Guide me;
Sway me in the darkness and bury me inside perdition.
Hold me down with lustful longing;
Dominant and surging through the hands of greatness.
I need you to choke me with your forked tongue.
Whisper in the air;
Taunt and tease me with promises of sweet rapture.
Build me up under your lips;
Allow me to splinter and shatter in the aftershocks of your kiss.
I desire the release that you have promised me.
Soak me;
Drown my sorrows in your philosophical misdeed.
Promise me;
Write an ode to me and swear it must be prophecy.
I crave your full undivided attention.
Moan in my ear;
Sweet talk me with your biblical verse and *** loudly for all to hear.
Gut me;
Cut me and fill me with your untainted seed and know that ill only bleed for you.
I have fallen from grace and i have done it all for you.
I demand you tell me that you dont love me too.
Random thoughts on what it must bc like.
  Oct 2020 kaya
Grey
Skin on skin, fingers intertwined, lips crashing like waves on shore,
forgetfulness in each and every action as they dance
in this basement with a hole in the drywall and the scent of stoners in the air.

Her lips are smooth and warm, his are cold and… and harder somehow.
His lips are magic, soft bruises ****** onto swan necks,
Hers are fiery drumbeats and the backbone of bass,
hers are magical kisses at 4 in the morning that feel like flying through the sky,
freedom even greater than the birds carry into dawn.
If light had a feeling, it would be these drink-fueled lips and their dance.

Her skin is coated in memories.
It dresses itself in scars,
clothes the too-much of it she has in worry.
It is her armour, and it is her weakness.
His skin is clothed in Nike, pale abs hidden by a swoosh,
a little baby scar just underneath his left pectoral muscle from falling out of a tree at age 6.
His skin does not care about her scars, nor does it notice its own markings,
his skin wants to consume her like his lips already do.
He does not care if she wears armor or pain.

She lets it,
He takes her away.
the dancing becomes something more than dancing,
moans float through *****-coated tongues,
originating in ****-smoke polluted lungs.
The song fades from earshot, even though the speakers still shake with the drums.

They came to this uneven carpet and hole in drywalled-room to grieve,
but distraction feels so, so very good, certainly better than their memories,
and one dance turns to 3, turns to too many,
their pain is buried underneath the blanket laid out on the floor.
The album ends and the speakers fuzz with feedback,
but she sleeps as if she is dead--
and death is what brought them here--
he rolls over her to fix it with a flick of the wrist.
The music begins again,
but it is gentler, softer, now.
A lullaby.

And he follows her into the ever-changing landscape of dreaming,
her pink-tinted chest as his pillow,
hand resting on the edge of the worn,
black blanket that covers her stomach to mid-calf.

Their skins rest, and the pain fades away just as the stink of  sweat and smoke floats away,
lost in some other part of this endless, liquid-dark night.
  May 2018 kaya
Shay
I look at you the same way people admire art;
your quirky ways captured both my eyes and my heart,
and still you are a masterpiece – beautiful and captivating,
and everything you say or do, I find most fascinating.
  May 2018 kaya
Aa Harvey
The love plan


You can’t plan for love; you don’t decide who you get.
You can want someone and keep their picture in your head
And you can know that the two of you would be good together,
And maybe they could be the one you need to be with;
But you cannot plan for love, marriage and kids.
The spark is either gone or it is lit.


If they ignite your passion and then your heart,
Then there is a chance it will never fall apart;
But if they are your other half in decades to come,
Or if they are someone that you once loved,
Only destiny can decide what is meant for you.
Love is a pin stuck in a globe;
A place you are yet to view.


Maybe it will be better than it looked in the brochures,
That drew you together in the first place.
Maybe it won’t work, or be replaced with an unfamiliar, or familiar face.
A person you may have imagined may suddenly appear out of the blue.
Anything is possible when two hearts attach
And there is no turning back once love is within you.


Love will burn so hard, that you are left feeling starved,
Of a desire to be anywhere other than in their arms.
It will change the person you are; alone no more.
Have you been thunderstruck by love?


Colliding stars which explode together to create a new system.
Hearts begin to beat a new rhythm.
A new way of thinking.
Be sure not to miss them.
The light that appears around the one;
The two stars are far away from being together,
Until they become a sun.


Then forever more they will shine a vision of happiness.
The best version yet.
The best version there is…
A lovers kiss.
And when they shine together, others shine,
Stars alight and align.
The original big bang,
Brought to you anew.
Love changes your view.


We were all dust and bones until we find home.
Built from particles and atoms.
Molecules gathered together and now we are together in this moment;
No longer alone.
You are Eve.
Let me be you Adam.
I wish you were love,
Because love is all I know.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
  Apr 2018 kaya
B N Bradley
he touches my thigh
and i realize
there is so much
more to life
than feeling
shattered
on the bathroom
floor.

— The End —