It’s why people cut themselves; some literally, most against those closest to them; anger, joy, desperation – these things slit deep enough to let life slip through like a breeze, too delicate to hold on to for very long.
Awake, awake!
I fear my personal knife is lust, but as vices go, there could be worse. I beggar myself for a hint of skin; the whole is often not as desirable as the small parts that are hidden, locked away – taboo. Forbidden things twist the senses just as well; breaking rules is often an aphrodiasic too subtly addictive to escape.
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I led the silence with a gesture.
And followed with a kiss.
Holding too tightly lest
I bleed my hunger all over the page
This one hunger is an ache
Like a wordless play
Or a silent choir.
Reaching a slumbering sin somewhere deeper then my heart can touch.
My hand, your neck,
In a tighter embrace then air or blood or skin.
Captured in a fist, in a glance, in a shiver of skin and
I move you, consume the expression on your face with my fingers
Forbidden things twist the senses just as well; breaking rules is often an aphrodiasic too subtly addictive to escape.
All too true, yet beautiful too, as are your words.
I did not recognise the poem you left on my site (and thank you for visiting me, by the way)
But it was extraordinary.
I have a post coming up called Surrendering, and I would like to quote tat. Is it yours? Because I’d want to acknowledge you…thank you, again. And for this post today.
You write so wonderfully. Thank you so much, and for your comment today. I so appreciate comments from people like you.
Minerva
thanks for your visit, your comment, and for the above poem.
good stuff, this blog.
ty.
So many things are addictive. And cruel. And beautiful.
“consume the expression on your face with my fingers”
You never fail to move me. ~sigh~
Very Nice Open verse… Here’s some in return:
Alone & Alone
Left standing alone in a deep dark
Hands outstretched, seeking the dim shapes he hopes are hunting him
But in the end realizig the lark
No hands reach for his, no eyes see him.
A shadow lost in the abyss, banished there with sweet sent turned bitter
Torn from the light, hidden away beyond all sight.
Bound to stay, speech a cruel joke
Privacy and pride the next to flee
As naked and alone he is thrust deeper into the unknown.
Dark and lovely….your writing is hypnotic!