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ache
I sat curled in
my own wreckage
with rusted spikes
jutting out of my body
like some sort of
avant-garde sculpture
You cut yourself
on my lips
and told me
you told me
you wanted to be the man
who showed me
love doesn't have to hurt.
I feel our ichor
drip below my thighs,
as you pull me closer,
the rend of your flesh
echoing in my ears
so you can let me
sigh against you
and I do sigh, love
because instead
I showed you
that with me,
it does.
it does.
my own wreckage
with rusted spikes
jutting out of my body
like some sort of
avant-garde sculpture
You cut yourself
on my lips
and told me
you told me
you wanted to be the man
who showed me
love doesn't have to hurt.
I feel our ichor
drip below my thighs,
as you pull me closer,
the rend of your flesh
echoing in my ears
so you can let me
sigh against you
and I do sigh, love
because instead
I showed you
that with me,
it does.
it does.
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Re. ache
12th Jul 2023 9:10pm
An impressive piece of erotic writing. So much of what passes for erotica is really just porn, but this is definitely erotica. The use of clever metaphor and teasing to hint at and heighten sexual feeling is what makes it so.
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Re. ache
12th Jul 2023 10:01pm
Re. ache
14th Jul 2023 3:19pm
You use ichor in a poem in 2023, I will stand with you when the cultists come in hordes. It's that simple.
That's all you had to say.
One more thing: I was that man many times. My therapist told me I had a saviour complex. My acting coach told me to go trace the journey to the moment I died emotionally. I did all that. These days I read poems and pretend-live. Cause when I love, I bring in the terror and ache along with it. Cue: This is not a drill.
"I sat curled in my own wreckage." Fuck. Don't make me fall in love, will ya?
That's all you had to say.
One more thing: I was that man many times. My therapist told me I had a saviour complex. My acting coach told me to go trace the journey to the moment I died emotionally. I did all that. These days I read poems and pretend-live. Cause when I love, I bring in the terror and ache along with it. Cue: This is not a drill.
"I sat curled in my own wreckage." Fuck. Don't make me fall in love, will ya?
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Re: Re. ache
14th Jul 2023 9:06pm
Aw, nerd, you know you've loved me for like twelve years.
Ditto, my lovely friend. Me, too.
Ichor, bile, all of the vast grotesqueness that we force into the people who love us. There really is no defense when someone chooses to embrace you. At least not for them, amIright?
Thanks, my beautiful soul. I appreciate you.
Re. ache
14th Jul 2023 7:18pm
This spoke to me in so many ways. Wreckage indeed. It fades with time.
At least that’s what I’ve been told …
I’m in love with this poem.
At least that’s what I’ve been told …
I’m in love with this poem.
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Re: Re. ache
14th Jul 2023 9:08pm
Thanks Her,
I know you get me, and I'm happy-sad of it. Happy because to be understood is awesome; and sad, because you have take hits to get it.
You're amazing.
I know you get me, and I'm happy-sad of it. Happy because to be understood is awesome; and sad, because you have take hits to get it.
You're amazing.
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Re: Re. ache
18th Jul 2023 1:52am
Thank you for picking that up.. I appreciate your insight and your review, ethan. YOU are a badass.