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"arched" poems

listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great lily atilt on insolent waters but i was aware of fragrance and i came riding upon a horse of porphyry into the waters i rode down the red horse shrieking from splintering foam caught you clutched you upon my mouth listen beloved i dreamed in my dream you had desire to thwart me and became a little bird and hid in a tree of tall marble from a great way i distinguished singing and i came riding upon a scarlet sunset trampling the night easily from the shocked impossible tower i caught you strained you broke you upon my blood listen beloved i dreamed i thought you would have deceived me and became a star in the kingdom of heaven through day and space i saw you close your eyes and i came riding upon a thousand crimson years arched with agony i reined them in tottering before the throne and as they shied at the automaton moon from the transplendant hand of sombre god i picked you as an apple is picked by the little peasants for their girls

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listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great lily atilt on insolent waters but i was aware of fragrance and i came riding upon a horse of porphyry into the waters i rode down the red horse shrieking from splintering foam caught you clutched you upon my mouth listen beloved i dreamed in my dream you had desire to thwart me and became a little bird and hid in a tree of tall marble from a great way i distinguished singing and i came riding upon a scarlet sunset trampling the night easily from the shocked impossible tower i caught you strained you broke you upon my blood listen beloved i dreamed i thought you would have deceived me and became a star in the kingdom of heaven through day and space i saw you close your eyes and i came riding upon a thousand crimson years arched with agony i reined them in tottering before the throne and as they shied at the automaton moon from the transplendant hand of sombre god i picked you as an apple is picked by the little peasants for their girls

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When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your ******* the doubled purple of your ******* the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

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When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your ******* the doubled purple of your ******* the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

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**** me like the ocean would the moon, Dear Amaranthine. Teach me as you would any abecedarian, slow with pace. My pallid arms are spread, and feet are crossed. Crucify me, like one of your French girls. Your endless frame arched over mine a vaulting testament to the heat of your front against my back. This scene should have been a chapel. Through hazed musk I can taste the saline as it tumbles from your dripping brunette tendrils forming brooks and lagoons the color of flesh in the glens and about the islands of my spine. I wish I could write about you in me while you dance a contemporary beat ceaseless, indeterminate, untold are your feats within and upon my person. For a split moment, seconds shattered in two, I am completely and totally permeated by you. I whine for you to vacillate me, I am ******* begging to be occupied, satiated, by a rhythm akin to the sway of trees. Love me fast and kiss me slow, Dear Amaranthine. My palms are red, and feet bloodied, too. I moan. Call me your poetaster but don't come on my chest; There's far too much weight there already, my dear.

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Mar 20, 2012

Mar 20, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC

Dear Amaranthine,

**** me like the ocean would the moon, Dear Amaranthine. Teach me as you would any abecedarian, slow with pace. My pallid arms are spread, and feet are crossed. Crucify me, like one of your French girls. Your endless frame arched over mine a vaulting testament to the heat of your front against my back. This scene should have been a chapel. Through hazed musk I can taste the saline as it tumbles from your dripping brunette tendrils forming brooks and lagoons the color of flesh in the glens and about the islands of my spine. I wish I could write about you in me while you dance a contemporary beat ceaseless, indeterminate, untold are your feats within and upon my person. For a split moment, seconds shattered in two, I am completely and totally permeated by you. I whine for you to vacillate me, I am ******* begging to be occupied, satiated, by a rhythm akin to the sway of trees. Love me fast and kiss me slow, Dear Amaranthine. My palms are red, and feet bloodied, too. I moan. Call me your poetaster but don't come on my chest; There's far too much weight there already, my dear.

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Eternal brood the shadows on this ground, Dreaming of centuries that have gone before; Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound, Arched high above a hidden world of yore. Round all the scene a light of memory plays, And dead leaves whisper of departed days, Longing for sights and sounds that are no more. Lonely and sad, a specter glides along Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell; No common glance discerns him, though his song Peals down through time with a mysterious spell. Only the few who sorcery's secret know, Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.

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Where Once Poe Walked

Eternal brood the shadows on this ground, Dreaming of centuries that have gone before; Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound, Arched high above a hidden world of yore. Round all the scene a light of memory plays, And dead leaves whisper of departed days, Longing for sights and sounds that are no more. Lonely and sad, a specter glides along Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell; No common glance discerns him, though his song Peals down through time with a mysterious spell. Only the few who sorcery's secret know, Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.

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Loving you is like being kissed by the stars A whole galaxy of experiences, Caught in between that space, —legs that are wrapped around a face Our hair—a complete mess, and I must confess that the taste of you is a taste of cosmic prowess And I’m always stuck on loving you for hours As is our nature, we who dwell on this earth I’ve now learnt that your natural waterfall flows After I’ve treated your wet flower source with a timely worth A slow tease creeps up and down your skin Your arched knees are a resting ground before another journey of my tongue. As the sweetest taste is a taste of fun By the skin of teeth, are the few bite marks I’ve left here and there. Your digging fingers in my hair, Is all the pain you and I have to share. It all seems fair. You’re lost for words, choked up by fiery passion; my gentle hand around your throat And this rule of thumb; is the one you love to bite on An aggressive action, but never to be passive It’s 945, and quarter close to ten Usually the time we should be resting in bed But instead, I’m resting my tongue in you It tastes like a perfect end

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Mar 7, 2023

Mar 7, 2023 at 12:12 PM UTC

Loving you is like being kissed by the stars A whole galaxy of experiences, Caught in between that space, —legs that are wrapped around a face Our hair—a complete mess, and I must confess that the taste of you is a taste of cosmic prowess And I’m always stuck on loving you for hours As is our nature, we who dwell on this earth I’ve now learnt that your natural waterfall flows After I’ve treated your wet flower source with a timely worth A slow tease creeps up and down your skin Your arched knees are a resting ground before another journey of my tongue. As the sweetest taste is a taste of fun By the skin of teeth, are the few bite marks I’ve left here and there. Your digging fingers in my hair, Is all the pain you and I have to share. It all seems fair. You’re lost for words, choked up by fiery passion; my gentle hand around your throat And this rule of thumb; is the one you love to bite on An aggressive action, but never to be passive It’s 945, and quarter close to ten Usually the time we should be resting in bed But instead, I’m resting my tongue in you It tastes like a perfect end

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What we have named Fire Escape (an ordered, angular tangle of ladders and rail) had made picture geometries in my west window well-framed and flat--set foreground and background in two dimensions, as the sun hid, and my round eye opened. What we have named Fire Escape was flaked-paint brown orange, as if first it had been born of a flame and then had taken up living as metal-- tempered itself into usefulness, which I should trust now, in case of the yelling and the engines. What we have named Fire Escape was happy Jungle Jim or Jungle for Jane for the sparrows I saw this morning which flitted and wildly played within, rising up arched and back again. Made of the square pairs of ladder rungs-- a tunnel entrance or ducking posts, or highway bridges to clear; the birds like small plane, daredevil pilots each following each, going under. No sparrow would ever crash. And what is this I remember now? How one bird eased its engine and perched there to stay? As if to offer me, with a little turn of head gesture-- a thank you, for the bread I'd left on the sill? Or to say I'd better shut the curtain and make my exit? Either prideful guess gets me nowhere fast. Failed even is speaking in any sparrow languages from my recline stuffed chair; again, but now imagined, to draw beady eyes to fix on me, telling me much less. That morning, with the very last sparrow gone, I remember that nothing in my sight moved, save an American flag at a distance in the wind, with its one red-white striped wing waving toward the cold north, as the white church spire, framed in open quadrilaterals, held its position.

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Apr 15, 2013

Apr 15, 2013 at 5:18 AM UTC

A Fire Escape of Sparrows

What we have named Fire Escape (an ordered, angular tangle of ladders and rail) had made picture geometries in my west window well-framed and flat--set foreground and background in two dimensions, as the sun hid, and my round eye opened. What we have named Fire Escape was flaked-paint brown orange, as if first it had been born of a flame and then had taken up living as metal-- tempered itself into usefulness, which I should trust now, in case of the yelling and the engines. What we have named Fire Escape was happy Jungle Jim or Jungle for Jane for the sparrows I saw this morning which flitted and wildly played within, rising up arched and back again. Made of the square pairs of ladder rungs-- a tunnel entrance or ducking posts, or highway bridges to clear; the birds like small plane, daredevil pilots each following each, going under. No sparrow would ever crash. And what is this I remember now? How one bird eased its engine and perched there to stay? As if to offer me, with a little turn of head gesture-- a thank you, for the bread I'd left on the sill? Or to say I'd better shut the curtain and make my exit? Either prideful guess gets me nowhere fast. Failed even is speaking in any sparrow languages from my recline stuffed chair; again, but now imagined, to draw beady eyes to fix on me, telling me much less. That morning, with the very last sparrow gone, I remember that nothing in my sight moved, save an American flag at a distance in the wind, with its one red-white striped wing waving toward the cold north, as the white church spire, framed in open quadrilaterals, held its position.

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I. Neptune’s Theater A rock spins through the universal tumbler and its warm blue pools calcify as turquoise Neptune in his cloudy blue bath bath builds a lace castle with his fingertips Sculpts a submerged eden of crimson and emerald where painted parrots chat up cardinals butterfly and angel fry sway with wave pulse and foliated coral fingers beckon from arched windows. Neptune’s children are flat and bright, spined and notched free yet entangled in lace mesh ecosystem beneath an array of bioluminescent stars as a gangly pretender watches and blows bubbles. II. Sapien Siege The hot acidic hand of death grasps the mesh rends and tangles the ecosystem shattered reef’s loosed children scream beneath planet’s stars. Butterflies impaled cyanide-swooning damsels mesh-tangled angels hauled heavenward coral to potash, corpses to coal. The pretender to the throne blinks rubs blurry lenses, kicks plastic fins and moves on to the next show Unseeing and unaware of the luminous filament in his wake. Self-appointed divinity, deus ex machina. ******************************************************************************************* Ann says: All of the animal and human characters in this poem (except Neptune and The Pretender) are named after coral reef fish. Coral reefs, one of the most diverse ecosystems, are expected to be largely extinct within one human generation. Deus ex machina is Latin for “God from the machine.” Copyright 2013 by Ann Marcaida.

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Jan 23, 2013

Jan 23, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC

Children of the Reef

I. Neptune’s Theater A rock spins through the universal tumbler and its warm blue pools calcify as turquoise Neptune in his cloudy blue bath bath builds a lace castle with his fingertips Sculpts a submerged eden of crimson and emerald where painted parrots chat up cardinals butterfly and angel fry sway with wave pulse and foliated coral fingers beckon from arched windows. Neptune’s children are flat and bright, spined and notched free yet entangled in lace mesh ecosystem beneath an array of bioluminescent stars as a gangly pretender watches and blows bubbles. II. Sapien Siege The hot acidic hand of death grasps the mesh rends and tangles the ecosystem shattered reef’s loosed children scream beneath planet’s stars. Butterflies impaled cyanide-swooning damsels mesh-tangled angels hauled heavenward coral to potash, corpses to coal. The pretender to the throne blinks rubs blurry lenses, kicks plastic fins and moves on to the next show Unseeing and unaware of the luminous filament in his wake. Self-appointed divinity, deus ex machina. ******************************************************************************************* Ann says: All of the animal and human characters in this poem (except Neptune and The Pretender) are named after coral reef fish. Coral reefs, one of the most diverse ecosystems, are expected to be largely extinct within one human generation. Deus ex machina is Latin for “God from the machine.” Copyright 2013 by Ann Marcaida.

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In tunnelled darks, pastes of reminisce Outward disjoint points to irrelevance Spooned and coned in cold mountaintops The darks of sorrows and trails of struggles Persistence patterns of self satire in gloom Sunken in identity crisis of broad oceans Stormy seas spotlighted by beatific stars Trajectory of spilled ice in recurrent motions A mere past cocooned by fears and tears Clouded in thoughts that cruise and decline Greyed white imprinted by sudden sadness Madness echoes on arched ancient bricks Checkered maniacs of fulfilled passions Filed and iced in cased prolific memories Cascades of sunshine tickles to warmth Orchards of glow that bloom and grow Picked, ticked and unpacked from boxes Attacked, nurtured and stored in bliss Eventful lessons unfolds in untold augury A mission as the known permeates and fade Windowed eyes all line up in parade Mirrored lights digest the haunted haste A stranger to self, an ally to another A dance of bright entwine a twist of blur

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC

Checkered Darks (Lyrical Poetry Additional Audio)

In tunnelled darks, pastes of reminisce Outward disjoint points to irrelevance Spooned and coned in cold mountaintops The darks of sorrows and trails of struggles Persistence patterns of self satire in gloom Sunken in identity crisis of broad oceans Stormy seas spotlighted by beatific stars Trajectory of spilled ice in recurrent motions A mere past cocooned by fears and tears Clouded in thoughts that cruise and decline Greyed white imprinted by sudden sadness Madness echoes on arched ancient bricks Checkered maniacs of fulfilled passions Filed and iced in cased prolific memories Cascades of sunshine tickles to warmth Orchards of glow that bloom and grow Picked, ticked and unpacked from boxes Attacked, nurtured and stored in bliss Eventful lessons unfolds in untold augury A mission as the known permeates and fade Windowed eyes all line up in parade Mirrored lights digest the haunted haste A stranger to self, an ally to another A dance of bright entwine a twist of blur

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Inhale I hear your breath in my ear Exhale I feel your lips in between my thighs Heart beat I hear you whisper in my ear I close my eyes I see your bliss when you're inside of me I open my eyes Back arched legs quiver, I release all my pressure Touching my breast I feel you pressed against me, in and out your essence fills me Tossing in my dark room I’m looking down on you as my hips move against you like waves on a shore Wanting you ****** energy so strong, I fall in love the moment you touch me Kiss me So I can feel a connection that is otherwise lost when our clothes come back on

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC

Inhale I hear your breath in my ear Exhale I feel your lips in between my thighs Heart beat I hear you whisper in my ear I close my eyes I see your bliss when you're inside of me I open my eyes Back arched legs quiver, I release all my pressure Touching my breast I feel you pressed against me, in and out your essence fills me Tossing in my dark room I’m looking down on you as my hips move against you like waves on a shore Wanting you ****** energy so strong, I fall in love the moment you touch me Kiss me So I can feel a connection that is otherwise lost when our clothes come back on

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my girl loves a girl they kiss all the time candy melts an sugar **** oh god it's sublime glitter pink feet arched sometimes its a show they do it all night mouths ******* tongues fire and light wet drool kisses sweet voices tingle **** brushing lips voluptuous mingle butter and ***** coos and weeping ***** tears they dance and they wiggle im the king of Siam both come to me im the luckiest man the god of ****

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Jan 14, 2017

Jan 14, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC

The Second Girl

my girl loves a girl they kiss all the time candy melts an sugar **** oh god it's sublime glitter pink feet arched sometimes its a show they do it all night mouths ******* tongues fire and light wet drool kisses sweet voices tingle **** brushing lips voluptuous mingle butter and ***** coos and weeping ***** tears they dance and they wiggle im the king of Siam both come to me im the luckiest man the god of ****

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**** it throbs My ***** gets moist. Oh how I wish To get eaten tonight My desire is high my thoughts Array My hopes of pleasure Makes me sway ******* are like fine wine As you start to make me Grind My hips are bucking my back goes arched I start to squirm My *** now explodes My juices now drip down your face You look up at me and say My goddess how I love your taste May I have the honor of pleasuring you in every way Why sure thing my dream guy Oh how I crave your tongue I know you want some Come on do your thing My how I love this game.

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Mar 16, 2017

Mar 16, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC

EverylifehasThorns

IErotica/orgasm

**** it throbs My ***** gets moist. Oh how I wish To get eaten tonight My desire is high my thoughts Array My hopes of pleasure Makes me sway ******* are like fine wine As you start to make me Grind My hips are bucking my back goes arched I start to squirm My *** now explodes My juices now drip down your face You look up at me and say My goddess how I love your taste May I have the honor of pleasuring you in every way Why sure thing my dream guy Oh how I crave your tongue I know you want some Come on do your thing My how I love this game.

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god pity me whom(god distinctly has) the weightless svelte drifting ****** feather of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of jazz whose arched occasional stepped youth swallows curvingly the keeness of my hips; or,your first twitch of crisp boy flesh dips my height in a firm fragile stinging weather, (breathless with sharp necessary lips)kid female cracksman of the nifty,ruffian-rogue, laughing body with wise ******* half-grown, lisping flesh quick to thread the fattish drone of I Want a Doll, wispish-agile feet with slid steps parting the tousle of saxophonic brogue.

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God Pity Me Whom(God Distinctly Has)

god pity me whom(god distinctly has) the weightless svelte drifting ****** feather of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of jazz whose arched occasional stepped youth swallows curvingly the keeness of my hips; or,your first twitch of crisp boy flesh dips my height in a firm fragile stinging weather, (breathless with sharp necessary lips)kid female cracksman of the nifty,ruffian-rogue, laughing body with wise ******* half-grown, lisping flesh quick to thread the fattish drone of I Want a Doll, wispish-agile feet with slid steps parting the tousle of saxophonic brogue.

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You look so lovely In blue Arched back Arms slack Cerulean licks Wrist to wrist Shoulder dip Eyes languid Cloudy cyan Gripping blankets Robin’s silky velvet Billowing, curling Unfurling into Midnight hues

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Sep 2, 2018

Sep 2, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC

Twilight Velvet

You look so lovely In blue Arched back Arms slack Cerulean licks Wrist to wrist Shoulder dip Eyes languid Cloudy cyan Gripping blankets Robin’s silky velvet Billowing, curling Unfurling into Midnight hues

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Strip of fabric folded Darkening the day So that you not see Desire radiating *** cherry red Soft hands clapping Flushing the cheeks And then you smile I want to be your teeth So that your tongue Is constantly touching Feeling and licking Black cat arched back Fingers arachnid running Descending and deliberate I want to be your teeth

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Jun 2, 2021

Jun 2, 2021 at 4:18 PM UTC

Strip of fabric folded Darkening the day So that you not see Desire radiating *** cherry red Soft hands clapping Flushing the cheeks And then you smile I want to be your teeth So that your tongue Is constantly touching Feeling and licking Black cat arched back Fingers arachnid running Descending and deliberate I want to be your teeth

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kisses on your warm sweet mouth tender lips caressed exploring your ******* and raised ******* .. belly and thighs enveloped those eager dark delicious places that i covet so your musk erogenous the path to your hungry soul eater of the poison apple your eyes widen bright with delight a strange synesthesia you say your smile a hypnotic alter you prone back arched belly willing as i drag a curved blade slowly across your winsome flesh worshiping you breathing your warm breath into my mouth and nostrils come now you coo i am sheildless then little strangles that excite to see how you do will you love it adorations twisted mind she demon a wizened dizzy Venus please yes her **** drenches the bed a warm viscosity legs widen feet piqued ***** exotic delicatessen Heralded i enter with long sweet butter strokes the sabbath of desire I swear i wont let you suffer... never ! why you say? because i love you lovely scythe you call as if lulled to sleep whispering dreadful incantations . i ache to close the curtain to lifes scalding chatter wrap me in a raggy shawl impale the throat like ive alway dreamed a last exhalation flood gates pour forth as deaths dark fold dissolves all i rock you drugged absinthe and wormwood a last ***** of candles flame white gauze cinched lips on a lost mouth eyes a static pyre i linger wishing you still plush an animated glow so that i could feel your arms, now milky white relics only to take you all over again and again and again dreamer of the abyss yet you stand aberrations, smoke ghost sacrificially swaying your hips calling from Hades dancer of ritual copulation i melt like wax in the sun wither and die myself marriage Italian style dead bells in love blotted out by the Sirens of Mara

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Apr 19, 2017

Apr 19, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC

kisses on your warm sweet mouth tender lips caressed exploring your ******* and raised ******* .. belly and thighs enveloped those eager dark delicious places that i covet so your musk erogenous the path to your hungry soul eater of the poison apple your eyes widen bright with delight a strange synesthesia you say your smile a hypnotic alter you prone back arched belly willing as i drag a curved blade slowly across your winsome flesh worshiping you breathing your warm breath into my mouth and nostrils come now you coo i am sheildless then little strangles that excite to see how you do will you love it adorations twisted mind she demon a wizened dizzy Venus please yes her **** drenches the bed a warm viscosity legs widen feet piqued ***** exotic delicatessen Heralded i enter with long sweet butter strokes the sabbath of desire I swear i wont let you suffer... never ! why you say? because i love you lovely scythe you call as if lulled to sleep whispering dreadful incantations . i ache to close the curtain to lifes scalding chatter wrap me in a raggy shawl impale the throat like ive alway dreamed a last exhalation flood gates pour forth as deaths dark fold dissolves all i rock you drugged absinthe and wormwood a last ***** of candles flame white gauze cinched lips on a lost mouth eyes a static pyre i linger wishing you still plush an animated glow so that i could feel your arms, now milky white relics only to take you all over again and again and again dreamer of the abyss yet you stand aberrations, smoke ghost sacrificially swaying your hips calling from Hades dancer of ritual copulation i melt like wax in the sun wither and die myself marriage Italian style dead bells in love blotted out by the Sirens of Mara

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Passionate kiss Hips pulled closer Thighs spread Lips everywhere Lustful Wanting Back arched Hands grabbing Eyelids fluttering ***** whispers Senses heightened Desire deepened Body quivering Breath unsteady Satisfied sighs Content moans Sweaty Spent

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC

Part Two: ****** Frustrations

Passionate kiss Hips pulled closer Thighs spread Lips everywhere Lustful Wanting Back arched Hands grabbing Eyelids fluttering ***** whispers Senses heightened Desire deepened Body quivering Breath unsteady Satisfied sighs Content moans Sweaty Spent

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In the divet between mountains Resides a wooden cabin – ostensibly an amalgamation of the scape Adroitly - I - quondam female warrior flit Down massive (ancient) hand-laid, hand-cut carved stone steps Bounding from contingent step onto the dense pad of turned soil Tacit compliance between gravity and soil holds footprints bound A compressed deflating crescendo as pace ignites with bounds Cadences of protuberant wildflowers and grasses erupt from swollen terra A winsome chromatic menagerie, dispersed in ecstatic fistfuls A venerably ancient ritual My nascent clandestine vocation Personally meted out - a beatification for my provisional sanctuary Along glacier-fed stream Lissome fingers shadow inert stalks –plucking dormant beginnings from their desiccated ligaments I am austere and unadorned save for a festoon of pyrite flecks trailing my semblance Residual gilding from my ante-meridian swim taken after requisite gathering of wild blackberries, goose berries, and rhubarb along oft-tamped path The sun, nestling into its requisite apex endorsed my completion I reclined into the hassock of soil, feeling the elements settle about with an embossment of my form Imposing verdure arched subtly as compressed soil beckoned hyperbolic flux As I lay within the basilica of opulent living columns replete with comestible bounty Lingering dew honed inflections of sacrosanct petrichor in unison with piquant clover Wild purple clover buds saccharinely tinted and inundated nestled nerves in mine cribriform plate Birds pitched and galloped through the frond tips and beyond in the lapis expanse Frequently snatching damselfly’s and assemblages of midges from their ephemeral drift Auspicious rays transcended stippled diaphanous gravid clouds Light inundated ether entered humbly into the cathedral oculus Pyrite speckled terrain beneath, and my bare gilded form above Cast a refracted aura about my sanctuary Precipitously the elusive vaporous embankment distended further Ashen atmospheric correspondence inaugurated liquescent sustenance to my mountain abode And I - Lingered beneath the descending gobbets, curls furled in a puddle Fresh topsoil cupping my corporal topographic contours Pressing blackberries into my mouth between smiles

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Jan 26, 2014

Jan 26, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC

Diaspora Vocation

In the divet between mountains Resides a wooden cabin – ostensibly an amalgamation of the scape Adroitly - I - quondam female warrior flit Down massive (ancient) hand-laid, hand-cut carved stone steps Bounding from contingent step onto the dense pad of turned soil Tacit compliance between gravity and soil holds footprints bound A compressed deflating crescendo as pace ignites with bounds Cadences of protuberant wildflowers and grasses erupt from swollen terra A winsome chromatic menagerie, dispersed in ecstatic fistfuls A venerably ancient ritual My nascent clandestine vocation Personally meted out - a beatification for my provisional sanctuary Along glacier-fed stream Lissome fingers shadow inert stalks –plucking dormant beginnings from their desiccated ligaments I am austere and unadorned save for a festoon of pyrite flecks trailing my semblance Residual gilding from my ante-meridian swim taken after requisite gathering of wild blackberries, goose berries, and rhubarb along oft-tamped path The sun, nestling into its requisite apex endorsed my completion I reclined into the hassock of soil, feeling the elements settle about with an embossment of my form Imposing verdure arched subtly as compressed soil beckoned hyperbolic flux As I lay within the basilica of opulent living columns replete with comestible bounty Lingering dew honed inflections of sacrosanct petrichor in unison with piquant clover Wild purple clover buds saccharinely tinted and inundated nestled nerves in mine cribriform plate Birds pitched and galloped through the frond tips and beyond in the lapis expanse Frequently snatching damselfly’s and assemblages of midges from their ephemeral drift Auspicious rays transcended stippled diaphanous gravid clouds Light inundated ether entered humbly into the cathedral oculus Pyrite speckled terrain beneath, and my bare gilded form above Cast a refracted aura about my sanctuary Precipitously the elusive vaporous embankment distended further Ashen atmospheric correspondence inaugurated liquescent sustenance to my mountain abode And I - Lingered beneath the descending gobbets, curls furled in a puddle Fresh topsoil cupping my corporal topographic contours Pressing blackberries into my mouth between smiles

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all my life ive only thought of one thing YOU you are why i got an education why i tried so hard to make beautiful things with my hands why i got dressed up why i learned to sing and dance why i never stopped trying to make a living why i always went to the gym and worked out to be diamond hard why i was polite or inconsolable why i ran seven miles a day why i tried to be charming why i could never stop playing with myself why i got through james joyce why i learned conversational hypnosis neuro linguistics magick and witch craft to invoke a spell that would compel YOU to dance the wiggle wiggle naked from hot rhythms and slow melodic sways as i prayed burning blood red candles during the darkest moon for adorations with endless masturbations to your beautiful *** and feet for tender red lipped mercies kisses kisses kisses because you are beauty piqued from your golden angelic head soft silken hair to your sweet pink arched feet and twinkling painted toes magnetized to yank my eyes and be your **** boy *** toy my goddess glitter **** queen of heaven all paradise any man needs BUT sometimes i couldn't have YOU and it velvet crushed me taught me hopelessness broke my will gave me fear made me cry and shiver inside tore my heart to smithereens twisted my in-nerds like jagged metal melting me as i spiraled down into madness all burning veins of fire until inferiority dragged deep suffocating me shuddery like winters midnight freeze and howling winds through hollow desolations marrow-less bones

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Feb 4, 2017

Feb 4, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC

all my life ive only thought of one thing YOU you are why i got an education why i tried so hard to make beautiful things with my hands why i got dressed up why i learned to sing and dance why i never stopped trying to make a living why i always went to the gym and worked out to be diamond hard why i was polite or inconsolable why i ran seven miles a day why i tried to be charming why i could never stop playing with myself why i got through james joyce why i learned conversational hypnosis neuro linguistics magick and witch craft to invoke a spell that would compel YOU to dance the wiggle wiggle naked from hot rhythms and slow melodic sways as i prayed burning blood red candles during the darkest moon for adorations with endless masturbations to your beautiful *** and feet for tender red lipped mercies kisses kisses kisses because you are beauty piqued from your golden angelic head soft silken hair to your sweet pink arched feet and twinkling painted toes magnetized to yank my eyes and be your **** boy *** toy my goddess glitter **** queen of heaven all paradise any man needs BUT sometimes i couldn't have YOU and it velvet crushed me taught me hopelessness broke my will gave me fear made me cry and shiver inside tore my heart to smithereens twisted my in-nerds like jagged metal melting me as i spiraled down into madness all burning veins of fire until inferiority dragged deep suffocating me shuddery like winters midnight freeze and howling winds through hollow desolations marrow-less bones

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Now let us pray. May hellfire rain down on us today, on all those who offered pay in full metal change to watch the life sized lights explode & wicked witches hanging by the throat from a tenth floor window it was all so cool. so cool. demon induced dementia cemented in an underground parking garage sleepover sleepless starry eyed orphan **** princess- apparel section regressing to an oral fixation & a need to keep the fingers busy. pink **** carpet heart shaped atrocity rotten thing. you ain't the boss of me paleface scarab angel seraph snake made up cheap heart tarnished purely black comedy legs like a limousine keeping company with the holy cross dressers on the local drug scene. oh how special. yesterday I fed my edificial fetish & I could not stop thinking. these high arched ceilings. could not contain my feelings, if they tried. drive by advertisements remind me there's not much to be excited about.

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC

Now let us pray. May hellfire rain down on us today, on all those who offered pay in full metal change to watch the life sized lights explode & wicked witches hanging by the throat from a tenth floor window it was all so cool. so cool. demon induced dementia cemented in an underground parking garage sleepover sleepless starry eyed orphan **** princess- apparel section regressing to an oral fixation & a need to keep the fingers busy. pink **** carpet heart shaped atrocity rotten thing. you ain't the boss of me paleface scarab angel seraph snake made up cheap heart tarnished purely black comedy legs like a limousine keeping company with the holy cross dressers on the local drug scene. oh how special. yesterday I fed my edificial fetish & I could not stop thinking. these high arched ceilings. could not contain my feelings, if they tried. drive by advertisements remind me there's not much to be excited about.

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And the fish swim in the lake and do not even own clothing. – Ezra Pound How would they style themselves for the net, the little fishes of the lake? Not robes of purity, Ezra, but sequins cut from trash, brands bright as lures, fashioned to catch the eye, a glint of sun. Would the big ones strap on knockoff fins to flex in shark cosplay near the shore, snapping reels in the reeds, captioned #greatwhitevibes #apexpredator? Would carp veil themselves in algae, funeral couture, posting stories of their grief in green? Would they admire the fishery tags: industrial piercings they can’t remove, or the hook-slit scars from catch-and-release, each one a verified badge, proof they were trending once, briefly, before sinking out of frame? Would they tilt to the water’s glass, checking which gill looks slimmer, tails arched like influencers at golden hour, the shimmer hiding shame, the shame we taught them to wear?

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Sep 14, 2025

Sep 14, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC

William-A-Gibson

Ezra Pound Blocks Me

And the fish swim in the lake and do not even own clothing. – Ezra Pound How would they style themselves for the net, the little fishes of the lake? Not robes of purity, Ezra, but sequins cut from trash, brands bright as lures, fashioned to catch the eye, a glint of sun. Would the big ones strap on knockoff fins to flex in shark cosplay near the shore, snapping reels in the reeds, captioned #greatwhitevibes #apexpredator? Would carp veil themselves in algae, funeral couture, posting stories of their grief in green? Would they admire the fishery tags: industrial piercings they can’t remove, or the hook-slit scars from catch-and-release, each one a verified badge, proof they were trending once, briefly, before sinking out of frame? Would they tilt to the water’s glass, checking which gill looks slimmer, tails arched like influencers at golden hour, the shimmer hiding shame, the shame we taught them to wear?

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Soft wooden pews and the white dogwood tree, Arched ceilings and Mother’s whisper Tetelestai Making surprise harmonies with the sinner beside me. Black preaching robes saying Grace is for free, Now pass the gold plate so the Church can supply, Soft wooden pews and the white dogwood tree. Regenerated through love-on this we agree, Shouting Hymn 22 children’s voices blend high, Making surprise harmonies with the sinner beside me. Drunkards and Deacons with Thou and with Thee, Starched shirts and white pearls all standing by, Soft wooden pews and the white dogwood tree. Released from all of our chafe and debris, With roars of repentance and relief we reply, Making surprise harmonies with the sinner beside me. I am whole I am new through His ministry, I know I can never this truth deny. Soft wooden pews and the white dogwood tree. Making surprise harmonies with the sinner beside me.

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Aug 28, 2012

Aug 28, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC

Blood White Villain

Soft wooden pews and the white dogwood tree, Arched ceilings and Mother’s whisper Tetelestai Making surprise harmonies with the sinner beside me. Black preaching robes saying Grace is for free, Now pass the gold plate so the Church can supply, Soft wooden pews and the white dogwood tree. Regenerated through love-on this we agree, Shouting Hymn 22 children’s voices blend high, Making surprise harmonies with the sinner beside me. Drunkards and Deacons with Thou and with Thee, Starched shirts and white pearls all standing by, Soft wooden pews and the white dogwood tree. Released from all of our chafe and debris, With roars of repentance and relief we reply, Making surprise harmonies with the sinner beside me. I am whole I am new through His ministry, I know I can never this truth deny. Soft wooden pews and the white dogwood tree. Making surprise harmonies with the sinner beside me.

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Day of mist: day of tarnish with hands unserviceable, I wait for the milk van the one-eared cat laps its gray paw and the coal fire burns outside, the little hedge leaves are become quite yellow a milk-film blurs the empty bottles on the windowsill no glory descends two water drops poise on the arched green stem of my neighbor's rose bush o bent bow of thorns the cat unsheathes its claws the world turns today today I will not disenchant my twelve black-gowned examiners or bunch my fist in the wind's sneer.

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Day of mist: day of tarnish with hands unserviceable, I wait for the milk van the one-eared cat laps its gray paw and the coal fire burns outside, the little hedge leaves are become quite yellow a milk-film blurs the empty bottles on the windowsill no glory descends two water drops poise on the arched green stem of my neighbor's rose bush o bent bow of thorns the cat unsheathes its claws the world turns today today I will not disenchant my twelve black-gowned examiners or bunch my fist in the wind's sneer.

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The essence of patience The patience of light The travel it takes, knowing It must last for eternity, Beaming forward, granting anew. Patience the virtue. The status to achieve, allowing now So that next can just be, as it will. The patience to leap. Courage carries patience clear, Fears weight sinking below. Patience for death, for one again. The longing for You, to know us again. Patience to see clearly, open my heart To now. Moments always planned out. Patience for the ****** Patience for the touch of your skin, The relation of kin, of natural senses. Of the things that flow, easy. Of titillating tickling of the, everything. Your smell will bring me in. I know it well… the musk of Earth Wrapped in the forest, deep dug in my gut. Dug down patiently to prepare my ground To rise my crown, patient now As maturation continues to take place. Dug down, spine curled out Back arched, heart opened… Patient, awaiting your trail My tribe hunts and gathers, We know we need each other, And so we hunt, and we create And we locate…patience for The revolution taking place… Cyclical naturals, cycles of nature. Back to the Earth we all go. All things have a cycle.

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Sep 17, 2015

Sep 17, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC

revolution and patience

The essence of patience The patience of light The travel it takes, knowing It must last for eternity, Beaming forward, granting anew. Patience the virtue. The status to achieve, allowing now So that next can just be, as it will. The patience to leap. Courage carries patience clear, Fears weight sinking below. Patience for death, for one again. The longing for You, to know us again. Patience to see clearly, open my heart To now. Moments always planned out. Patience for the ****** Patience for the touch of your skin, The relation of kin, of natural senses. Of the things that flow, easy. Of titillating tickling of the, everything. Your smell will bring me in. I know it well… the musk of Earth Wrapped in the forest, deep dug in my gut. Dug down patiently to prepare my ground To rise my crown, patient now As maturation continues to take place. Dug down, spine curled out Back arched, heart opened… Patient, awaiting your trail My tribe hunts and gathers, We know we need each other, And so we hunt, and we create And we locate…patience for The revolution taking place… Cyclical naturals, cycles of nature. Back to the Earth we all go. All things have a cycle.

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my eyes tongues of desire a soft gauze upon drenched red silk stigmata a river of marrow flower of blood creel of moist honey hold not yourself apart I kiss your wound bell moon crescent ravine, dark tears like a spay of stars arched spine your raised **** like scrambled eggs curves to the heavens a steep canyon aching weeps blue darkness legs wide in souls shadowed grove tattooed pistols and knives pierced by my autograph for every letter, scimitars plunge jeweled ******** ringed sweet tarnished petal gashed mouth; flower de luce memories that burn blotted like an eye in ink to fly winged ******* your face hieroglyphic of weird crimson smear; cackle with feet below hell wanting to live like fire in the sky hot witch riding a broom handle ***** scummed mouth the world soul destroyed paradise and your form hideous kisses falling red ribbons i am puddled; a runny yolk shameless for your open hollows

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Dec 23, 2018

Dec 23, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC

Tongues of Desire

my eyes tongues of desire a soft gauze upon drenched red silk stigmata a river of marrow flower of blood creel of moist honey hold not yourself apart I kiss your wound bell moon crescent ravine, dark tears like a spay of stars arched spine your raised **** like scrambled eggs curves to the heavens a steep canyon aching weeps blue darkness legs wide in souls shadowed grove tattooed pistols and knives pierced by my autograph for every letter, scimitars plunge jeweled ******** ringed sweet tarnished petal gashed mouth; flower de luce memories that burn blotted like an eye in ink to fly winged ******* your face hieroglyphic of weird crimson smear; cackle with feet below hell wanting to live like fire in the sky hot witch riding a broom handle ***** scummed mouth the world soul destroyed paradise and your form hideous kisses falling red ribbons i am puddled; a runny yolk shameless for your open hollows

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