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edge of heartbreak
it’s 3am & I can’t sleep so I smoke a little & I drink
a little. & I think about her. always her.
sure, it’s an old story. common in the back alleys where
crazy love & dirty sex walk hand in hand. just another
sin city full of paperback outlaws & honky-tonk angels.
everyone’s on the make & everyone’s on the run.
she was a killer smile & gypsy eyes in the blue night,
swaying in her short skirt, moving her hips just right.
she made men want her so bad they choked on it.
when we danced, I held her close. arms all around her,
rubbing her back soft & smooth, breathing on her neck. it
made her hair flutter like lace curtains in a tradewind breeze.
she liked to talk tough, saying things that a man doesn’t
need to hear. don’t make me angry after I’ve had a couple
drinks, I told her. I get violent, you won’t like it.
but she did like it. getting a man riled up. the brutal hand
quick across her cheek. the taste of blood in her mouth.
I didn’t like hitting her, not really. but it became a ritual.
my only defense.
she pushed for the beating, & the sex after. when I kissed her
mouth, I could taste the pain. & her pain was mine. she was a
tigress under my sweated body. we weren’t even human, just
wild animals in heat. the bed rocked as if it wanted to eject us
out of disgust.
over time, her tongue got sharper, meaner. I figured I would kill
her, it was like she wanted me to. like death was the ultimate
high. so I drove away. fast & far. till I didn’t know where I was
any more.
she has my heart; I’ll never have another use for it.
I’ve learned too well the curse of gypsy eyes,
& that blue nights were meant for burning…
Published 29th Nov 2015
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29th Nov 2015 2:21am
I've always found it interesting that the hottest part of any flame is blue, a cold color by definition and the oxymoron of this story. Also, the color of your ink.
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29th Nov 2015 6:46am
really intense write about a really intense love, beautifully worded and constructed - you are a very talented wordsmith, I enjoyed this from start to finish
excellent Ink :-)
excellent Ink :-)
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29th Nov 2015 9:31am
"sin city full of paperback outlaws & honky-tonk angels. " "made her hair flutter like lace curtains in a tradewind breeze."
I love your discriptives John so original and apt. A cracker of a poem mate well done it was a pleasure to read it. Fav for sure.
I love your discriptives John so original and apt. A cracker of a poem mate well done it was a pleasure to read it. Fav for sure.
29th Nov 2015 1:25pm
Intense is the word......a masterpiece in words.. beyond description the engaging nature of the poem...
29th Nov 2015 2:36pm
John when I think you can't surprise me with your talent you do it again..
love these lines..
"she pushed for the beating, & the sex after. when I kissed her
mouth, I could taste the pain. & her pain was mine. she was a
tigress under my sweated body. we weren’t even human, just
wild animals in heat. the bed rocked as if it wanted to eject us
out of disgust."
so bloody brilliant..
love Crim
love these lines..
"she pushed for the beating, & the sex after. when I kissed her
mouth, I could taste the pain. & her pain was mine. she was a
tigress under my sweated body. we weren’t even human, just
wild animals in heat. the bed rocked as if it wanted to eject us
out of disgust."
so bloody brilliant..
love Crim
29th Nov 2015 5:17pm
"...she made men want her so bad they choked on it." Blue nights meant for burning...
I have found my favorite all-time piece of yours, John. Too beautiful, almost painfully so. The kind of love that destroys and annihilates everything in its path. You've etched your heart in this, and the result is simply intoxicating. Thank you, John.
I have found my favorite all-time piece of yours, John. Too beautiful, almost painfully so. The kind of love that destroys and annihilates everything in its path. You've etched your heart in this, and the result is simply intoxicating. Thank you, John.
29th Nov 2015 6:03pm
This piece is fine, in the way that younger people than I mean the word these days. Super fine if you ask me. A story of ritual that sucks you into your world of words once again JF. You have an amazing talent and I hope that this audience isn't your only one. You deserve a much wider one in my eyes and estimation. A killer poem.
John
John
Anonymous
29th Nov 2015 8:09pm
Pleasure &
Pain, so much to detain...
there's nothing more to grasp ~ but walk away
& call it
a night...
*I love you*...cursed to the wind...
29th Nov 2015 8:14pm
Glad you didn't give into her provocation. That death wish is a deal breaker. Down, dirty and gorgeous writing. The last line is classic.
29th Nov 2015 10:55pm
30th Nov 2015 7:55pm
30th Nov 2015 11:08pm
she has my heart; I’ll never have another use for it.
I’ve learned too well the curse of gypsy eyes,
& that blue nights were meant for burning… Your endings are like wine to a wound.. but i do crave them ever so much.. love, blue angel
I’ve learned too well the curse of gypsy eyes,
& that blue nights were meant for burning… Your endings are like wine to a wound.. but i do crave them ever so much.. love, blue angel
1st Dec 2015 11:38am
love the mesmeric sway of your words, mister feddeler...
... am never disappointed when losing myself to the hedonism found here
xo
... am never disappointed when losing myself to the hedonism found here
xo
Anonymous
3rd Dec 2015 5:33am
Hurts my heart. Beautiful pain
4th Dec 2015 3:03am
6th Dec 2015 5:48am
'Re. edge of heartbreak' or edge of hell it would seem flawless, captivating and cause many a curtsy.....and bow
