Submissions by unboundpoetess
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I am yours, mourning
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...
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...
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requiem for frailty
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...
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...
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letter burning
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...
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...
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vines of eden hedged
you were moved by my soliloquy
but my stageless love was bright
so I fed you paleful lilies
in the gardens of my night
I tried to tongue the sequined rivers
as lonely fell from spaces
warmed you deep in chasmed orchid
soft hedged in eden places
the gypsy of you would not smell home
wombed sepulchral in my arms
this wicked fruit would not tempt you
dripping sweet serpentine charms
the woman of me shook for wanting
the circles you traced weren't mine
drawing swords of edgeless echos
thorn pricked eyes bled...
but my stageless love was bright
so I fed you paleful lilies
in the gardens of my night
I tried to tongue the sequined rivers
as lonely fell from spaces
warmed you deep in chasmed orchid
soft hedged in eden places
the gypsy of you would not smell home
wombed sepulchral in my arms
this wicked fruit would not tempt you
dripping sweet serpentine charms
the woman of me shook for wanting
the circles you traced weren't mine
drawing swords of edgeless echos
thorn pricked eyes bled...
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lamb
I stutter father
bleating surrender
the stones heaped bend me
sapless beneath your branches
make of me a beggar
trembling in her rags
thirsting beside the still water
silence divides these hands
my cup pours
anointing the dusty valley
I wept to see her dry bones
lazarus is not here
no balm for ravaged knees
I cry in the light for darkness
sparrows mock my frailty
pluck the very hairs
that were knit upon my crown
smite me lamp black blind
ravening wolves howl
impatient...
bleating surrender
the stones heaped bend me
sapless beneath your branches
make of me a beggar
trembling in her rags
thirsting beside the still water
silence divides these hands
my cup pours
anointing the dusty valley
I wept to see her dry bones
lazarus is not here
no balm for ravaged knees
I cry in the light for darkness
sparrows mock my frailty
pluck the very hairs
that were knit upon my crown
smite me lamp black blind
ravening wolves howl
impatient...
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bare of branches
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...
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...
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linger
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
once our circles made us
only who...
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
once our circles made us
only who...
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elysium
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
...
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
...
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pretty
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
when there is no...
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
when there is no...
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blinds
day's genesis peels skin
thieving obscurity
bleeding rays across windows
too drawn for dreams
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thieving obscurity
bleeding rays across windows
too drawn for dreams
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could not
inhale
exhale
mocking time
smelling flowers
that I despise
I watch the clock
and count the sighs
ignoring air
I could not die
the sun is cold
and dreams unkind
bring signs and dread
I can't deny
I squint to see
still lamp black blind
ignoring light
I could not die
I eat fresh graves
to sympathize
and choke on words
without goodbye
spit out the tears
they leave behind
ignoring warm
I could not die
I sleep blank sleep
to tranquilize ...
exhale
mocking time
smelling flowers
that I despise
I watch the clock
and count the sighs
ignoring air
I could not die
the sun is cold
and dreams unkind
bring signs and dread
I can't deny
I squint to see
still lamp black blind
ignoring light
I could not die
I eat fresh graves
to sympathize
and choke on words
without goodbye
spit out the tears
they leave behind
ignoring warm
I could not die
I sleep blank sleep
to tranquilize ...
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Song of the Hollow House
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...
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...
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