anaerobic
I found myself connecting to seasons
the changing of colors cascading
in ways that could never be understood
emotions swaying; purging ;saturating
suppressed truths seeping out of the flesh
battered layers and calloused fibers kissing as the chill collided with humidity
the shadows witness the days rolling into one another,
seasonal debris being moved by the wrecking winds -
as the dust presses deeper into the spiritual countenance
just as a shot of novocaine penetrates, numbing the soul, desensitizing the heart and paralyzing limbs
the clock moves, yet the mind stares into the nothingness
pale; grey
silent, frozen tornadoes overpower the core
the lips try to move, but suddenly forgotten
how to pray
the rain falls with the sun
removing all flowering petals
the moon and stars blend,
melting into
the darkened horizon
the silence is deafening
words don’t exist,
as all feelings are depleted
the crisp air is sweltering
the heated pavement blisters the feet
as eyes are stilled
awaiting the lungs to just remember...
how to breathe
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exhalation
drag your fingertips
into the depths
of my mind
breathe your intellect
into the hidden passages,
which plead to be found
shake the color
from my bones
as the demons suckle
the surrounded
camouflaged halos
release your whispered truths
into delicate portions of
my soul
the silence
in between fragile heartbeats
desire your presence
your exhalation
is coveted
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Words
I want words to dance and stir
long after they’ve been read
I want words which make my toes
curl and awaken the butterflies
within the bottom layer of my depths
I want words which rip
my fucking heart out
and leave the ink bloodlets
dripping down my thighs
I want to feel the conviction
of every syllable -
both the sting and hiss of your truths
I want the dripping passion to kiss the depths
of sensual desire as well as dive deeply
into the felt pain
let me feel your fire
don’t give me butterflies and rainbows
life can hurt like hell and kick your ass
around every corner
fucking bleed
that-
that is poetry
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Passionate Nostalgia
although your finger tips
have not brushed my skin
my heart feels them there
gently caressing
pulsating every pore
the depths of my flesh
have awakened
by the familiarity of
your love whispers
the moon reminds the stars
of the silent breaths
which have beckoned
through the winds
the twilight eyes
have seen the intensified longing
the yearning
to lightly press rose petaled
cheeks upon the chest
only after imprinting love bites
in between the sensuous stroking
of body and soul
passionate nostalgia
brings forth hungry hands
which have no relocation
of limitations
dripping desire, which silently pleads
with great need
and entangled tongues
which only pause
to release your name
from begging lips
wanting the feel of you
to never stop
touch your heart
tell me,
you feel it too
tell me,
there is a remembrance
of me and you
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Burn For You
piercing crystal eyes
the outline of your lips
the sensual fire
in your fingertips
~
the volcanic devouring
of your teasing tongue
the crazed desire
of hard and soft
both upon the flesh
becoming one
~
electric kisses
trailing down the spine
your dirty words
creating continuous heat
while huskily proclaiming
“you’re mine”
~
minutes, hours
years
and decades too
regardless of the seasons
or passing time
every portion of me
will forever burn
only for you
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Calling Temptation
the faint silhouette
danced slowly
by the moonlit window pane
a sea of mystery
darkness tangled with luster
both
silently calling my name
to get lost in the rivers
of the murkful soul
without abandon
no restraints
succumbing
opening the glistening flesh
allowing the fangs to bite
tasting until sated
aching until whole
illumination glaring
the heart pleading
the tear soul yearning
eyes to look away
walls back up
the mind to place all on
~ pause ~
when the depths of
temptation calls
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