Choker
i choked
and choked again,
on such longing i could not spit out.
Yes,
desire is so very different
when God bore you
hungry...
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
i choked
and choked again,
on such longing i could not spit out.
Yes,
desire is so very different
when God bore you
hungry...
Shower?
an intimacy i never knew
naked time spent together
without being sensual
back to back
shoulder to shoulder
chest to chest
sharing our frames
in their entirety
the giggles
and the whispers
as steam fills the room
fogging the mirror
washing each others' day away
Soaping together
is sacred to us.
Washing each other's shoulders.
You can fuck anyone-
but with whom can you sit in water?
i will never
be the first
of so many things for you,
i cam too late,
after life and love
were woven into the tapestry
of your existence.
i care not
about lost firsts,
but i will fight,
knuckles bloody and teeth sharpened,
for your lasts.
Take the old firsts
and put them to rest,
silent below the dirt
and ash of all the new ones
we will burn through.
Take them, but give me
the lasts
i like the way
your name tastes in my mouth
and rolls off my tongue
in such gentle silkiness
i like the way the thought of you
tumbles and bounces
around the hills and valleys
in my head and gently
rests in the quiet recesses
of my most innocent subconscious
i like the way you fit
in what remains of my heart.
i really like the word "smitten":
because at first glance
you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff
but also you have to remember
this is a word that is born of the word "smite".
A devastating word.
A word that, summarized means stricken.
Smitten means stricken as well
-struck with devastating affection.
i was surely written for you and you for me
The Writer of all writers
has ordered us to be.
i shall not gaze at another
but keep praying for each other,
You are my peace
my firend and beloved
in your eyes
i see home
and that's where
i shall end
You are a church
of broken glass and Hallelujahs
you are haunted
like every other holy thing
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
STILL you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
it is such a fitting punishment
for a monster
to want something so much-
to hold it in your arms-
and know beyond a doubt
you will never deserve it.
Vultures
are holy creatures
tending the dead
bowing low
bared head
Whispers to cold flesh
"Your old name is not your King,
i rename you 'Everything'"
And she carves
her hips into mine
like she is
Michelangelo
and i am something
holy
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The only thing better
than a perfect sunset,
is watching the final drops
of amber light
dance across
your perfect form
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