Reblog – effigy

There are just no more words. This piece is so raw with frustration, a rage that hasn’t an outlet. I was planning on posting this today anyway, but damn, seems like it is right on time.

House of Heart

She no longer recalls or feels

Freedom is not a concept

The curve of her back is wired

with filament and straw fills

the space that held a heart

Constructed for crows her limbs

are stripped of flesh

her pupils fixed in the dark.

Her lips are strung with suffering

she no longer speaks because

there are no words that

cut deep enough.

Metal woman

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Hampered

my heart bleeds

so i refrain from you

shed silent tears

that lead to convulsions

the dream is dead

only alive in a picture frame

where space and time is paused

when did your love recede from me

seem to have done the same

our faces buried in a tv screen

as we continue to lean further into oblivion

we lost the game in the final inning

now we’re just a ball and chain

Chemistry

Redux

I Write Her

sss

A simple look in my direction gave away his secret. The sensuality vibrating towards me with intent, but with a shy and curious hesitation. He was scared.

I was wanted.

Flirtation became our diurnal repetition.

But I wanted more than a game of frustration; each day ending unfulfilled.

Every encounter promised more friction.

The heat wasn’t just in our eyes.

Desire growing with each attempted exposure of natural impulse.

And then it happened.

An innocent, accidental touch; the catalyst to change our ways.

The electricity in the room was palpable.

Our bodies and our mouths finally and unequivocally declared YES!

His bold lips rushing towards mine dizzying me with an intensity of soft passion.

My world melted in that moment.

I found strength in his embrace, and a lusciousness hard to ignore.

His body dared me to explore what now was being offered openly for me to take.

My fingers caressed every…

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Reblog – Run through with want by Candice Louisa Daquin

As always Candice puts her soul on the page. Her writing, intense and almost feral, always leaves me breathless, and yet sighing for the want she stirs. Oof…

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The Feathered Sleep

My days of corpulent debauchery

may never have begun

but when I close my eyes

I lie inside of you like an opal

reflecting your urge for living

like a night light needful of no power source

you radiate energy as

a feral creature might fight

for its life caught in snare

the abundance of your desire

fills my emptiness with electric skies

your skin holds the damp of sex like a flower

urging me to break free of fear

consume your longing with my own

the meeting of our bodies breaking against

each other with the force of pent hunger

just one smile and I am on my knees

thirsting for your power over me

there is nothing I wouldn’t offer

even the pulsing vein in my neck

to subsist in your magnetism

where suddenly, life itself seems alive

and I can hear every cricket

every night creature stirring

the movement of you

toward me

and how I am terrified

and run through with

simultaneous

want