I am yours and you were mine exhaling the ballads of your fluttered touch I breathed the ghosts they left behind
your taste lingers and the skin scent upon my pillow pales beside the lips that I drank from when I gave you sips of my waters from cisterns that never ran dry
I fed you white lilies crooning in the moans of writhing night wrapped you in warm eden dawning with breasts that never failed to ravish you in perfume
the skies of me belong to you you are written in my eyes and every time I close them I...
I'd like to wear you dirty so the sex can seep and grease the broken joints of heart places trampled raw from the sway of machine men arching and burying my soul in bare mattress graves just plugging holes in drains and could never milk enough to retain the satisfaction
of just another stain
I want to smell my female smeared across your lips slick opalescent glisten in the light of empty moons we can stare together through fractured window spaces you won't smile and I won't smile I'll hate you if you do and you will hate me...
I will die to you this day commend my spirit to far flung sighs that you may love more in metaphor what you could not wrap yourself around
it is an injustice of carnal nature to be helpless before affection to rend what fingers cannot stitch desperate of ourselves afflicted with loss and needing to be whole somehow in understanding that which we will never hold
I reveled in your twinings and did not hear you groan humming lost notes of your desperate violin in the midst of moaning music I was utterly...
the door pulls shut and I am sealed left to the vacuum of my dreams no pillow for suffocating echoes their ghosts rattle poison through the seams
would have been could have been should have been
where the glass lay shattered slowly bleeding reels looped in cruel teeth gnashing nip my heels
"baby" it said "when we make love" it said
violates my flesh and I am still...
I have singed it all a thousand times while sleeping and stitched together ashes in my sin to have the flames for pleasure licking hatred just to feel and scorch it all...
the sun's dappling masks the pulseless veins her fingers stroke the fiery corpses mocking wormservants and tricking lovers into believers of beautiful death
the crisp of bones fragment beneath secret feet and lift their dusthymns in the truth of autumn's moon
that will not hide beneath the patchwork of her dress this patient haunting where their skeletons moan lower in some places
if you would dig me deep enough you will find the moss damp where I will only sleep until full lipped winds quicken me to...
taste shuddered tickled tongue tips lapped and foamed and frothed at lips whined and purred to lap his drips slick whipped trickled mushroom flips strains and veins to split these hips a beggar moaning slides and dips on lubricated peach skin trips head sans hands she flicks and sips...
erupting cum he grunts and splits she grabs his dollars grins and s p i t s...
we were dizzy lust and low smolder embers uttering gooseflesh to pale the strolling bards
we swore by deep night murmuring riding rivers of our sighs gifting perfumed script to blush the white of our sheets
you said that you saw angels too and I never minded the climb of you or the tangle of your vines lilting warm into your gentle to pool the oceans of our eyes
lingering in strange doorways our stars turned corners and bruised our heels
I lament as a nomad lost a beggar roaming sighways humid skin transgression shimmers newborn upon velvet nude
liquid rivulets lash bashful of turquoise and sin on purpose from the fray of gathering pieces and clutching them to nurse in the dahlias of my breasts
I swallow your puzzle amethyst in the wanting mist as my womb stretches around your fragments and I shatter with you
making perfect fit pictures beneath the reddening sky becoming less heathen with each elysian cry of redemption
I really never wanted to be a pretty girl mingling in tidepools of other pretty girls
I want to rise matchless against the posing stars scintillating in my flame branding your secrets with fingertip perfume
and you will smell me in the center of a thousand pretty smiles and cry for depths and thirsting when I make my own wine and frost your glass with breath of lip petal glossing
should you ever dive the wilds of these waters and swim open mouthed against froth of pinked waves
Umber dreams and hollow houses Lay hushed in dusk, perfumed Blackberry vines choke the porches In lightless darkling mood Resigned, to strangled surrender The bramble holds me, too
The bramble holds me, too.
White milky breast has turned to dust The suckling lips, gone pale Bleat a quivering lullaby The barren cradle wails Wrapped in wraithweb, the rocking chair I cannot breech the veil
I cannot breech the veil.
Old willows bow in sorrowsong The path is overgrown Ghostprints lost, grow indifferent moss To...
I am drawn with your wicked imaginings skin sinned brimstone zephyr sketched warm swept across dark waters of curve and nape and cleft burning down the temples
in gardens of my deepest night
striped with the laces of verdant uttering this parchment blushes her moan a slave to quilled religion I am baptized in tongues your exegetic doll
swallowing puddles of your ink
grant me the saliva of your poem words and I will writhe beneath them freedom is anathema pressed between your leather ...
This website was adapted from WebAPP - Automated Perl Portal v28Mar2010 - Special thanks to Jos
All comments on this website are the responsibility of the Poster.