As my cheek melts into the oasis
That your chest is, I dream
Dreams I am unworthy of.
In your salty droplets of sweat
I shed tears of fearful longing
In your body they hid my soul
And in mine, an eternal hunger
For all that shines in your
Little wise eyes.
If I could merge my flesh
With the painful beauty
Of the warmth of your skin
If I could lick, suck, fuck
And kiss your myriad emotions
If I could crawl into your hot
Red blood and live your life
If I could fill my womb with
The wayward seeds of your desire
I would be a child of the ocean,
Mud of the earth, flesh of your flesh.
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
admiration
your freshly shampooed hair
takes me to a dark forest
where silences are loud
where the sun and clouds
are painlessly insignificant
where nothing matters
except the aching softness
of your skin untouched
by angels and demons
the arches and angles
the curves and lines
of strength of definition
your face is a mirror
of all that is treasured
in the holy of holies
your body, my honest prayer
your soul, my divine sacrifice.
takes me to a dark forest
where silences are loud
where the sun and clouds
are painlessly insignificant
where nothing matters
except the aching softness
of your skin untouched
by angels and demons
the arches and angles
the curves and lines
of strength of definition
your face is a mirror
of all that is treasured
in the holy of holies
your body, my honest prayer
your soul, my divine sacrifice.
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
Scar Tissue
The ragged jagged
Dark wrinkly skin
Reminds me
I survived-
Time forgives,
Tempests pass,
Life renews.
Dead cells
Give way
To dewy
Soft brownness.
The rainbow
Shines only
Against plainness.
Darkness enlightens
More than light.
Scar tissue humbles
Me with the thought
Life is best lived
Sans regret.
Dark wrinkly skin
Reminds me
I survived-
Time forgives,
Tempests pass,
Life renews.
Dead cells
Give way
To dewy
Soft brownness.
The rainbow
Shines only
Against plainness.
Darkness enlightens
More than light.
Scar tissue humbles
Me with the thought
Life is best lived
Sans regret.
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