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Mistresses Don\'t Tell
Meet me
in a soft room laced in infidelity
full of absence mixed with mystery
absynthe and invisibility
Unlace me and
uncover sugared coils
untie me and
release me from this satin cage
then touch me
slowly
arouse me, gently
with fingertips
and hands as hard and patient as the dead
Push me into nimble lips that
could coax a kiss from Adam\'s Eve
Kisses often cruel as knives
slipped the ribs of sleeping brides
Bend me into and
around you and
breathe into an
opened mouth
fit for frightful screaming
Leave the gift of blooming bruises on my lips
Seduce the body
with kisses and cream
lay me down
secure my wings
and pluck my bloody feathers one by one
Now close my eyes against
the blood and sex
brought to bear against
my thighs and chest
bent and made
to make me scream
and kill the victim of our greed
Then take the corpse and lay her down
with me, funereal
my touch upon her bleeds
into her mourning cunt I lay my lips
and feast upon the fruit of discontent
Meet me
in a soft room laced in infidelity
full of absence mixed with mystery
absynthe and invisibility
Unlace me and
uncover sugared coils
untie me and
release me from this satin cage
then touch me
slowly
arouse me, gently
with fingertips
and hands as hard and patient as the dead
Push me into nimble lips that
could coax a kiss from Adam\'s Eve
Kisses often cruel as knives
slipped the ribs of sleeping brides
Bend me into and
around you and
breathe into an
opened mouth
fit for frightful screaming
Leave the gift of blooming bruises on my lips
Seduce the body
with kisses and cream
lay me down
secure my wings
and pluck my bloody feathers one by one
Now close my eyes against
the blood and sex
brought to bear against
my thighs and chest
bent and made
to make me scream
and kill the victim of our greed
Then take the corpse and lay her down
with me, funereal
my touch upon her bleeds
into her mourning cunt I lay my lips
and feast upon the fruit of discontent
Literature
ride on the underground
hunched creature rattling:
a snake in a rat-trap
shrieking like a banshee it
throbs along a thick tunnel
licks the curving walls away
sweating against them, eats
through gravel, wormlike—
skeleton bones howl and snap:
taca-ta-taca-ta-taca-ta
spitting through a dank fissure
clenched to ranks of tracks.
inside, hanging people shudder
swaying together, knocked
like stones in a tumbler;
old arthritic bones
cracking and twisting
a cold metal body.
Literature
You Underneath
You
underneath,
brushing the willow,
swallow many branches, while
brushing the willow
underneath
you.
Silence,
they hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat.
Scratch the bark,
they hear the
silence.
You
underneath
brushing the willow,
silence!
They hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat;
scratch the bark
they hear the
silence,
brushing the willow
underneath
you.
Something I stole from ~fauxgravity. Spent a lot of time critiquing it to find she hadn't spent a lot of time writing it. So I spent more time remaking it. Because I wanted to find the bones beneath the skin. And then she said I could post it, which I am. But really all I did was pull out the themes already inlaid into the original poem. I stole the screenshot too, because any picture of me like that wouldn't have done the poem justice. And it's raining, which is rare for southern California, and beautiful.
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I read hers and now must say ha
and now off to get donoughts or fall asleep.
but never to learn how to spell a total cunundrum for me
and now off to get donoughts or fall asleep.
but never to learn how to spell a total cunundrum for me