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rend my wayward heart
love falls big sometimes, like sneak-attack bombs dropped
from warplanes, delivering the sound & the fury of exploding
battleships in Pearl Harbor.
and so she dropped into this dark place thru a hole in the daylight:
pristine, unarmored paratrooper, in her tank top & short shorts.
she followed a street made of tears & broken hearts, distorted
love poems abandoned in the gutter, to arrive at my chamber.
in a brief sabbatical from my loneliness, I welcome every whore &
wanton woman, who comes with unrequited hedonism & pretended
love. after wine & kisses, I made her stand in the wild storm, where
the rain is not rain but the cumdrops of ghosts.
she cried from the indignity of it, & from the perverse desire that
had slept inside her. I scraped her pretty face with my tongue &
swallowed her tears to taste her sadness: her sublime sadness,
manifested by my arrogant abuse.
out of her intestinal defiance, she spoke. ‘I want you to love me, but I
know you can’t love, so instead, I will let you do terrible things to me.’
on our bleak nights together, I invade the tight, unguarded sanctums
of her womanly seduction. her ass is tender, & brilliantly scarlet after
a good beating. on her knees, she beckons the juices of my agony in
white streaks on her face & breasts; the bitter glaze that makes her
beautiful. these are our sins. we surrender, & their fire surrounds us.
we are hitchhikers, thumbing for a pickup
on the short ride – from here to eternity…
(Artist unknown)
Published 11th Aug 2016
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12th Aug 2016 2:47am
'these are our sins. we surrender, & their fire surrounds us. '
Truer words have never been spoken.....
Truer words have never been spoken.....
Anonymous
12th Aug 2016 3:53am
Fuck.
This piece grabbed my empathy and smacked it around; left me a bit dazed, but oddly satisfied. Because, damn, you can tell a story that captures a reader's attention and takes them on a ride.
This piece grabbed my empathy and smacked it around; left me a bit dazed, but oddly satisfied. Because, damn, you can tell a story that captures a reader's attention and takes them on a ride.
Anonymous
12th Aug 2016 7:57am
Ah, my dearest Noir ~ you are the King who rules over all poetic whores damned. What struck me the most about this piece was its beauty that slowly transcended into misery for both lovers. And not that one lover ever walks away content as one lover always stays behind to suffer; you gave a brilliant twist to this one. ..love to you. . .~Devlin/Doll
12th Aug 2016 9:38am
John I'm speechless this morning you have so much swagger in your ink it jumps off the page and comes to life.. sweet and utter seduction.. I think withholding your love makes them crave it even more.. write on poet..
love Crim
love Crim
12th Aug 2016 7:42pm
As we know, "a man who won't fuck, won't fight". And a man who can partake of and enjoy the pleasures of this mortal coil will do whatever he must to survive another day and partake of these pleasures once again.
Love how you bring life and depth to these temporary reprieve in a seemingly endless life or death struggle
Magnificent, Sir John
Love how you bring life and depth to these temporary reprieve in a seemingly endless life or death struggle
Magnificent, Sir John
12th Aug 2016 11:30pm
Beautiful JohnFeddeler ... love is a battlefield ... short or long term ..just depends how long you can hang onto the reigns ... or if you even want to ..
