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love inhumani first was a Temple it was Your desire to defile to spread the white pages to erect the yearning spirelove inhuman
You, tempted by fair siren, forsook yet recover’d me soon after tainted she was not your Sien, my artist that is the role i imitated
i am typecast as the scarlet lover do i dare to dispute that truth? i am only an abscess. puss and fluid leaking. inflammation rising in flesh eternally a corpulent parasite my mind’s lips affixed on erogenous crest
always we are the prurient savages beget already hunger to taste tender fruits of each
by ~stuckpoetry
DaydreamIn the morning light I'm staring across a linen mountainside, at one gently curling wisp of dark hairDaydream
silently it sleeps there
Across your forehead it falls like water I curl it in my fingers it feels like petals of heather
my palm over soft tawny feathers
You stir, rollover and that gently curling bit of soft, sweet smelling hair now lays like river flows
across your pudgy perfect nose.
The animal sweats of the evening still dapple your arbutus flower flesh, perfumed sweet as myrrh I long to r
by ~stuckpoetry
Voluntary Renunciation...Deep within the darkness dwell, These thoughts of sublime death. Stand upon the bridges edge, Take one last gasping breath. No one here to end the pain, And no one here to shove. Take one last look at this dead world, Think of all those that you'd loved. Then the jump, the last flight Crash your body on the rocks. Is there a God to go to, Or is it for you the devil knocks? Waters rushing over stone, Wash the blood away. Cleanse yourself and leave a body, Forgotten in your spray.Voluntary Renunciation...
by ~stuckpoetry
Daddy and the MothsThe moths fly through the dusty air Daddy growls under his breath Like a ninja he moves in His hand striking like a snake Catching the frail and powdery wingsDaddy and the Moths
In his big hand Looking into it he reminds me of A huge gorilla. "Goddamn moths!" He yells I roll my eyes at him secretly They are just moths tiny and soft I like them living here Even if they do eat our clothes. He goes searching Like a cat for a mouse To find the moths "stronghold" (That's what he actually calls it) But again it is out of reach And he gives up sitting back on t
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