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strange soft ghosts
‘what’s it like there?’ her note is an intrusion into my nefarious shadows,
all the things I don’t want to tell her.
don’t ask, baby, just be glad you’re somewhere else. it’s quiet & lonely
again, after my latest attempt at condomed romance & cheap orgasms.
the whore left me stranded with an empty bottle & a lipstick stained
business card where my cash used to be: ‘for a good time call ___.’
the number’s blurred but it don’t matter, I’ve got it memorized...
there’s a voice in my darkness, & it’s her voice. she comes on sleek &
sophisticated, like she’s only here for the poetry, but I decide she was
never a good girl, so I dig for her dirty secrets. when did you do it the first
time, how old were you, how many men, baby, how many broken hearts?
she spills her sordid past in her own unbreakable woman code, but I
figure out that she’s a juke joint girl in blue eye shadow & cut-off jeans,
14 goin’ on 21, & she learned how to polish a hard-on in the backseat
of a Camaro.
her misty eyes get mean & her voice cracks with a defiant whimper when
she tells me, ‘you don’t know me as well as you think you do, ‘cause it
wasn’t a Camaro!’
we get intimate, & the long hours crash like a runaway train, it’s almost
dawn, I’m sleepy & sad & I shiver like a soldier in the rain, I tell her
hold me, baby, hold me. & she does, she reaches her arms all the way to
my impractical heart & she holds me.
she takes her fair splendor & sculpts it on a bright field of photons & pixels.
she is the art & the artist who paints her beauty (for me) on a canvas
made of light & shadow.
‘my only seed of hope’ she tells me,
‘is that one day I will see you.’
and I will hear the music of love for evermore, I will teach you how to
dance & I will know the true story of a kiss –
if that day ever comes…
(Model: Sierra Mckenzie)
Published 18th Aug 2016
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18th Aug 2016 10:41pm
‘my only seed of hope’ she tells me,
‘is that one day I will see you.’
and I will hear the music of love for evermore, I will teach you how to
dance & I will know the true story of a kiss –
if that day ever comes…
Beautiful tears for beautiful words.....
18th Aug 2016 10:48pm
Her sordid past (and present) inspires some fine work. This gets off to a down-and-dirty start but ends up tenderly, quite a progression.
'and I will hear the music of love for evermore, I will teach you how to
dance & I will know the true story of a kiss –
if that day ever comes"
Close enough to a happy ending. There's always that seed of hope.
'and I will hear the music of love for evermore, I will teach you how to
dance & I will know the true story of a kiss –
if that day ever comes"
Close enough to a happy ending. There's always that seed of hope.
Anonymous
- Edited 18th Aug 2016 10:50pm
18th Aug 2016 10:49pm
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Anonymous
18th Aug 2016 11:10pm
John, I honestly do not know where to start with this piece. . .*damn*. . .so many stellar lines it is hard for me to pick what are my favorites and what ARE my favorites. . .Your noir trinkets always leave me breathless & astound & aching to be that one you pen your heart out to [if this were another time] as I do have one that does pen his heart out to me. . .~xo, Devlin/Doll
so many undercurrents in this write sex, passion, love.. swimming in your depths this one is special John..
love Crim
love Crim
18th Aug 2016 11:55pm
21st Aug 2016 8:28am
"condomed romance and cheap whores" can't be all that bad ! At least you don't have blue balls.
Anonymous
22nd Aug 2016 11:58pm
Sir John, so much in here....just so much....
"there’s a voice in my darkness, & it’s her voice. she comes on sleek &
sophisticated, like she’s only here for the poetry, but I decide she was
never a good girl, so I dig for her dirty secrets. when did you do it the first
time, how old were you, how many men, baby, how many broken hearts?"
With love - Taryn xoxo
"there’s a voice in my darkness, & it’s her voice. she comes on sleek &
sophisticated, like she’s only here for the poetry, but I decide she was
never a good girl, so I dig for her dirty secrets. when did you do it the first
time, how old were you, how many men, baby, how many broken hearts?"
With love - Taryn xoxo
Anonymous
- Edited 26th Aug 2016 2:43am
26th Aug 2016 2:42am
I hate you sometimes
for making me love you
so.
even in my absence
i'm left thinking on ways
to keep you close
to keep filling you up
with my poetic elixir ,
as my thighs and heart
clenches tight
to keep you roaming
inside me
like Gypsey King I once knew.
but now, where are you?
are here in my center?
for making me love you
so.
even in my absence
i'm left thinking on ways
to keep you close
to keep filling you up
with my poetic elixir ,
as my thighs and heart
clenches tight
to keep you roaming
inside me
like Gypsey King I once knew.
but now, where are you?
are here in my center?
2nd Dec 2017 6:24am
