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my rough hands upon her
in her black forest, I track her; I have seen
her naked body, & it is art.
I’m a laborer. I have dug into the earth to find food
for my body & my spirit. my expeditions have left
me with coarse hands & primitive desires.
I’ve warned her of my intentions, of how my hands
would abrade her halcyon skin if I embrace her.
she answers with her tongue of fire & spite:
‘hold me, you bastard. just hold me!’
in her forest, she makes poems. they stand naked &
unashamed in the light of the revelrous moon.
she challenges the snake & the lion, and the
great horned owl is her messenger.
she rules her arcane domain like a vampiric goddess,
thrilling to the hunt & demise of tempted eyes.
but under the elegeia chains of the cocked&loaded Poet,
she willingly becomes the sensual slave-girl. I feast on
the delicacy of her nude form, licking at her butterfly tattoo.
and cherry pie for dessert…
I’ve seen her tied to a knotty pine tree with hemp, her
back & buttocks beaten with a stripped branch, so that
she might bear witness to the horizon of her endurance.
we fuck like devolutional savages; in the glow of stolen
bliss, I hold her with my mind & the lachrymose songs
that she plunders from me.
it is in this dream that I find my truest glory.
and when it ends, adorn the walls of my crypt
with heart broken poems…
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Re: my rough hands upon her
Anonymous
26th Dec 2013 11:57am
Fucking Brilliant!! John this is a beauty. So bold and as you say unashamed. Love in it's most primal iteration.
At first glance when I saw the pic I thought 'romance novel?' You tricky bastard! Listed, with haste!
At first glance when I saw the pic I thought 'romance novel?' You tricky bastard! Listed, with haste!
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Anonymous
26th Dec 2013 12:00pm
"and cherry pie for desert.." my favorite line..lol
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Re: my rough hands upon her
26th Dec 2013 12:57pm
Unashamedly penned, beautifully delivered and (from my side)luxuriously devoured, John. You have an outstanding kind to deliver your captivating poems.
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Re: my rough hands upon her
26th Dec 2013 1:12pm
"adorn the walls of my crypt
with heart broken poems..."
Great ending John..Loved it.
with heart broken poems..."
Great ending John..Loved it.
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Re: my rough hands upon her
26th Dec 2013 2:29pm
Re: my rough hands upon her
Anonymous
26th Dec 2013 2:34pm
dam crackher jack...'dis won good! Rm
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Re: my rough hands upon her
26th Dec 2013 2:50pm
An enchanting and passionate journey John. A captivating visual. Much enjoyed.
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Re: my rough hands upon her
26th Dec 2013 5:02pm
Re: my rough hands upon her
26th Dec 2013 5:05pm
Re: my rough hands upon her
I love your descriptiveness and mechanisms of thought in making the words come alive. Truthfully and so eloquent; you describe her certainly well. Her spirit and devotion is deep. She is thrilled of fear yet unashamed.
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Re: my rough hands upon her
26th Dec 2013 6:35pm
Master poet, you are, John with wings of an eagle slicing words with your hot quills to artfully display them across this vast universe. Only to be felt and not touched by the swine that hunger to devour them. I'm bowing in supplication to the poet Master, receiving it in throngs of passion. Excuse my drooling, please :)~
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Re: my rough hands upon her
fuckers have to have some thing brilliant about themselves ...as they get a chance to fuck only once in a wee while
u do absorb an exploding bomb in u
we fuck like devolutional savages; in the glow of stolen
bliss, I hold her with my mind & the lachrymose songs
that she plunders from me.
u do absorb an exploding bomb in u
we fuck like devolutional savages; in the glow of stolen
bliss, I hold her with my mind & the lachrymose songs
that she plunders from me.
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Re: my rough hands upon her
26th Dec 2013 11:40pm
Re: my rough hands upon her
27th Dec 2013 1:21am
"but under the elegeia chains of the cocked&loaded Poet,
she willingly becomes the sensual slave-girl."
Just lovely Mr Feddeler. Sensual and primal amongst others. Thank you Sir.
she willingly becomes the sensual slave-girl."
Just lovely Mr Feddeler. Sensual and primal amongst others. Thank you Sir.
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Re: my rough hands upon her
27th Dec 2013 4:04pm
one of the best parts is the switch between rich imagery and profound strong statements such as "I track her." I'd like to see more of that. excellent title. The cherry pie line seems silly to me...adolescent. strong ending too..beautiful work.
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Re: my rough hands upon her
27th Dec 2013 7:40pm
I’ve seen her tied to a knotty pine tree with hemp, her
back & buttocks beaten with a stripped branch, so that
she might bear witness to the horizon of her endurance. ...
smoking!!!
LSP
back & buttocks beaten with a stripped branch, so that
she might bear witness to the horizon of her endurance. ...
smoking!!!
LSP
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Re: my rough hands upon her
29th Dec 2013 3:37am
Re: my rough hands upon her
7th Jan 2014 10:47am
Great write, john. It is difficult to select a line. At one side it seems that you write for impulse, but on the other hand some lines are so well constructed the seems they have hours of work...
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15th Jan 2014 4:42am
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Re: my rough hands upon her
16th Jan 2014 4:52am
Re: my rough hands upon her
3rd Feb 2014 9:36am
"so that
she might bear witness to the horizon of her endurance. ..."
This is such a brilliant line and so perfectly put.
she might bear witness to the horizon of her endurance. ..."
This is such a brilliant line and so perfectly put.
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2nd Apr 2015 4:58am
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