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Lora Lee Nov 2016
There is a new fire
in my soul
           its curves  
                wrap themselves
               around me
                      sinuous
             like a hot
          slithery
sheath of flesh
snakes of pleasure
       twirling in my deepest
                         womanflow      
           pumping inside
    my veins of mesh
Those licks of flames
caress as they spew
  they **** in my spirit
        spit it out anew
                undulating hips
        matching my own
            a middle east song
                igniting my bones
        suffusing my blood
with the raw, the bare
filling me up
with sparkling lava,
                   so rare          
This combination
          makes for a recipe hot
               like a piquant ghost pepper
                  in my spiciest spot
Now let me weave words
Let me conjure your
                           liquids
let me drench colors
upon your eyelids,
my spirit's
proximity vivid
Let me drown you in
            madness
in frothiest frequencies
           of love
let this symphony play out
powers screeching above
and as this vivacity beckons
          the soul in your eyes
our stormiest spirals
       will spill out rainbow fire
           and rise
for as we grow and reach out
there is a death of limitation
              as freedom breaks out
                   in ocean-soaked
                 emancipation
Our mutual worlds
heal each other's hurts
as my tongue licks
your wounds
rejuvenation asserts
hot springs of
              lifeflow
filling up cells
sensations of textures
a ringing of bells
So
as I weave this spell
around you
            fear not that you
will disappear or
thine own self lose
for we have only to soar
as we
   coax out
        the muse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZpXPwmbQvc
gets realllly going at 2:11

also
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david badgerow Feb 2016
lately i've been having these good days
i don't have sad wet cigarette saxophone nights anymore
i watched the sun wake up six times last week
i found a blue bucket of tulips &
gave them to a bald-headed krishna girl when
she sang to me on the sidewalk

i hired a boy to hide in the foyer
& peel a fiddle if i rouse from sleep during the night
or whistle through a harmonica
if i'm wet-eyed during breakfast
i finally got rid of all the pictures you stuck
to your side of the dusty bathroom mirror
except the blissed-out polaroid of us
perched on an old oak tree limb
like a couple of soft doves versus the turreted sunset

i deleted your number because you don't call me back anyway
i stopped mailing letters to your father's house
i haven't listened to the Plantasia record
you bought me since you left
i never feel the gray heat from your
staticky hand warming my shoulder
i forgave you for the blood in my kidneys
& old smog in my mildewed vinyl lungs

i sleep under the running green vapor light
of the moon & stars instead of the frothiest pillows
rippling on an ocean of sheets & project quilts
i finally scoured the lipstick stain from my collarbone
after what seemed like two years
i forgot how your armpits smelled
i sewed all your sundresses into a shower curtain
& i never see your delicate ribcage
peaking through the streams of hot water



i hardly ever notice the noose
you left hanging in our apartment
Nallely Martinez Jul 2023
My feelings consume and devour every iota of my being

Oh wanton madness malingers in my thoughts skull crushingly

My headspace clouded like the sea of the frothiest milk

It hurts how white-hot tears race towards release from my rapture

My cranium slips towards combustion at any moment never-ending

Where do I find relief for what feels as if a curse's birthright

My soul begs for a ******, a coda, a finale, a demise

I want to lose myself to the conundrum of cyclical fear and wash away

My body will float ashore and rest with the company of coral and kelp

This will be the state of my self when the sky dawns another plague
--
Your hopeless devotion for a pointless lie lost in flames

As the clouds tip towards grey and the moon hopelessly yearns

You will find what you call my shape

And I will not stay
--
So **** me and end it here

Within your vacuous heart

Rosy perfume trails your familiar knife

Gore is the language of our love

Hatred our kisses, ****** our ***

Torture, our existence
--
There will be nothing at our consummation

You will destroy us all and burn our ties

Bodies will coalesce together into a nightmare
--
Swallow that rotting acid

Plaster your desire

Dream of what has been judged

Harm your shelter

My life.
I wrote this very early in the morning. I was not in a very good headspace and my thoughts began to spiral out of control. I know I haven't written in awhile but life has thrown nothing but curve ***** at me. I'm proud of myself nonetheless for finishing this piece after many hours. It's not the best, but I love it anyway.

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