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spectre of neverwas
don’t overanalyze it, it’s easy to figure.
there are only two possibilities:
she’ll be in your bed or you’ll sleep alone.
I chase those butterfly dreams with only my cro-magnon
hands to entrap them, till they fade like echoes in the
sinister dark. I am the wolf that howls in the night, & I
wait, I wait for the rain.
my heart lusts for the beauty of art, which for me is the
feral flesh of a woman, naked & raw. come to me aroused
& without veils.
if you desire it, I will bind your wrists behind you with silk cords;
legs spread & ankles bound to the bedposts. face down in the
sheets, so you don’t have to look at the rage in my elliptic eyes.
I can hear your wicked pleas: ‘use me as the barbarian uses the
terrified village girl. impale me with the dragon’s phallus, until
all I can do is scream out my bliss & my agony!’
…when we have kissed our last kiss, & shed our last tear, I will
hold you for all the moments that we are given, as the stars
burn into obliqueness.
and so, when the final curtain is drawn on our one-act lullaby,
there will be love & orgasms. or there will be loneliness &
broken hearts.
but whatever happens, it will be versed on a tear-stained page –
everything ends in poetry…
(Art: Daniel Bauer)
Published 1st Jul 2016
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1st Jul 2016 3:08am
This is riveting in its conclusion.... I never thought the guy felt that way, so passionate.....
1st Jul 2016 3:34am
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Anonymous
1st Jul 2016 7:52am
Thank you Sir, darling, babe
for being the only entity which
knows:
how
when
where
why
to interpretate my body, heart
and mind in so many ways.
..you always hold your hands
out as I bow before you in my joy
..in my pain.
my armored guidance when
this room shows it darkest face
and tattered veins
I love you
-
for being the only entity which
knows:
how
when
where
why
to interpretate my body, heart
and mind in so many ways.
..you always hold your hands
out as I bow before you in my joy
..in my pain.
my armored guidance when
this room shows it darkest face
and tattered veins
I love you
-
1st Jul 2016 12:34pm
A lustful sensual eroticism that your casual in wording spectacularly, sparing nothing for intentions but the naked truth. Always an inspirational read John, especially the ending. Loved it. Peace.
Yep, "everything ends with poetry," for those of us
whose days and nights are filled with scrambles of
words,that we try to adjust and form into intelligent(?
poetry. Liked very much this one as you laid out to
the one who caught your eye, just what she was in
store for.
whose days and nights are filled with scrambles of
words,that we try to adjust and form into intelligent(?
poetry. Liked very much this one as you laid out to
the one who caught your eye, just what she was in
store for.
1st Jul 2016 2:34pm
Johnny...
I'm in awe, these words echo such sadness my heart bleeds for you....
This poem caught me in the right mood and honestly I wish for you everything you want
whether this is about you or not......
I love you xoxoxox
(((((((((((((((((Johnny Rotten <3))))))))))))))))
Jackie xoxoxox
I'm in awe, these words echo such sadness my heart bleeds for you....
This poem caught me in the right mood and honestly I wish for you everything you want
whether this is about you or not......
I love you xoxoxox
(((((((((((((((((Johnny Rotten <3))))))))))))))))
Jackie xoxoxox
1st Jul 2016 8:10pm
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Anonymous
2nd Jul 2016 2:46pm
Holy Johnny! I knew you liked erotica. ..this my dear is your masterpiece. Tantalizing ..yummy 💋
2nd Jul 2016 4:26pm
It truly does. Experience
Plummets into a poem
Whether written down
Or not. Beautiful
Notation, John.
Plummets into a poem
Whether written down
Or not. Beautiful
Notation, John.
3rd Jul 2016 6:59pm
You keep that initial choice simple (in bed, or not in bed) but develop this into rich erotica. It begins and ends reflectively, building into the extreme doings of "the wolf that howls in the night." Then "everything ends in poetry", pillow thoughts to the perfect climax. Well done!
7th Jul 2016 00:11am
