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…
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
