Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
timothy harding May 2010
sweet teathers
so swift to stake
the hair, staying twixt
my throb and zoned fake

a deed unmeasured
so gifted a debate
to love a light to vulture-
breath, the bread of lines,
of the beating of a ruptured quake

1/18/09
Lauren Ashley Nov 2011
some lingerie
by the door
another swoon
to the floor

so restless
our heated nights
we forget
the city lights

and loudly
we do proclaim
that pleasure
is the same

as floating
is to feathers
and pulling
at our teathers

we tear
to the core
of what
we live for

burning in
love and lust
endlessly until
our bones rust

and ashes
take the sky
until then
our bodies fly
Sean Kassab Apr 2012
I poured the gas and you struck the match and we danced in the satin flames of billowed sheets and romance. Meeting touch with touch, in feather light mercy and a scent of leather, teathers to bind wrists twisted and silk ribbon blind. Out of our minds! Driven mad by a daring caress, the words repeated, "yes," "yes," "YES!!" And dare for more than this! Touched bodies writhe with each burning kiss, each passion taken, given, stolen and cry out! Body on body heavy, break the levy and let flow the river! Back arched bending to the giver in the rising heat, moan, tense, collapse and repeat until the fire is doused in the flood of our exstacy, seen by the light of the rising sun from the window next to me.
Steven L Herring Oct 2016
No comfy couch
No chains to bind me
Just a road and two legs
With no one to come and find me

Got a staff
and a good pair of boots
Couple grey hairs in a bristled beard
Rudderless fits best when your chopped off at the roots

The road in front of me
Looks a lot like the one behind
Empty, baron wasteland of paint and asphalt
faces ahead unseen similar to the others distorted with time

No place to rest
My weary and aching bones
No one left to believe in here nor there
Never really was anyway so far from home

People are beasts
Weighed down by the burdens they bare
But I drag a wagon to carry them lightly
And pretend that I don't care

But my hands tire
From the heavy load behind me
So I let it go and carry on further and further still
For I am the traveler, and I have no teathers to keep me here
Marty Mar 2018
Unto the heavens reached the shaking hand. Bound by earthly teathers, yearned a broken heart. Passionate words, fathers desires, and screams woke the mornings light. Blinded ears and deafened eyes searched for heavens sight. Hidden words softened the soil, yet the feet failed to break free. Consuming swamps swallowed the final drop of pride as bended knee met the lonely earth. Downward glance brought forth the emptiness that swallowed the final breathe. Upon the neck, breathe fell not as eyes failed to cross. Shame brought forth endless lies and visions of pearls upon the face of the wicked angels. Truth upon the ears could not be seen as the pain engulfed the heart. Cry not for me! Cry not for me! Ravenous tears burned their mark, almost winning the weary heart. Fail me not oh gentle path for nothing lies in the aftermath.

— The End —