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Cold at FourIs there a technical term for a harp maker?
If there isn't, it's you, as a body, that canine
Your name doesn't
ring right but it's what you do with it that counts:
I tumbled around it and never said it at the correct second, like the
cuboid-skulled choirgirl a note behind, loud and disgusting. A faulty
The banal usurping of my bookish tongue
came on quick.
I'm very sorry.
Everything scratched backwards and now my spine streams
from my throat, cursive handwriting.
Scored in your scalp:
the clicking of toes, falling asleep in the hands of metal men,
forgotten criminality, barbed wire telephones -.
you look like so many faces -
for all I know you don't exist except in broken chairs.
The Maritodespotic PathI am naked beneath my coat of armour.
I woke and thought it was the sickness
I'd had before - my lips had never burned
The ghost of your dog came to me
last night, while I dreamed;
it burst into grey dust and
told me my bulimic piano solos were beautiful.
Dancing under the pregnant sky,
a waning gibbous belly crowned
with violet cloth,
I converse with the moon -
deep, dark French.
I love to speak
to hunted rabbits
and unlit trees.
WitchMy belletrist, little hunched cardigan-drenched
finch, he says, Mess, blooded with French shores and burned cakes,
don't you come to my hand anymore,
crying poppies from sallow ducts, my tiny soil-saviour?
- he touches his own ass-ears with his spiked teeth
and pets me 'til I'm salmon, sunset -
Sleep in my bed, stocky moth,
cease your painting, beetle queen, queenly slut,
turned frizzy in the process of sharpening the sea,
mouth your watercolours and hose down the wall
- I am ill of him, his eating
makes me a murderer -
Newborn kettle-coffee throws a kiss
and our son climbs my sullen thighs;
I doubt we will fall out of love,
the spiders we are.
The WoodsThey were shaped like humans, humans with rat-tail hair or weeping willow spines or long hungry feet, and they danced around her, carried on her fearful imagination. She could taste their wicked delight and she cried, paralysed as they fed upon the chilled currents of winter walks. The little wolves spun up her ankles and took on her thighs; nothing left unexplored for them or her, a vicious loving in the trees. She met the thick loam with her knees and stayed upright, her hollowed body becoming the only memory anyone might ever have of her.
These are the woods where the children come to die. These are the shadows where grey-faced sleep waits, never speaking, never turning. The children fall into the grim peace and no one can follow their red toes into the shroud.
Vulva SongThe curtains are never drawn in the spare room.
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you sitting on the edge of the bath keeping watch right through me?
I feel the carpet and soak up every silent look, store them under my toenails, and I miss you. You exploded,
the bees in the lavender bush are all that's left of you.
Articulated PointsOne year after I met you -
Ill, stricken, your chocolate orange lies
castling across my joints,
I break concave dandelion, seeds
splashing under my gambling shoes.
One year, one month -
They may lay their hides over your favourite
city garden walks, might leave hopeful lip prints
on the glass in your sturdy museum holidays, spit
love-letter typefaces down their ankles or hum in the grey
cold to stay awake for surgery,
and I will coagulate with my dresses,
Soft MiddleThe walls were closing on my mind,
Everything was breaking bind by bind,
Nothing in my world was fine,
Was it wrong to want one person to call mine?
His eyes were arrows sent flying across the room,
With one shot my heart needed its own tomb,
His smile wrecked me with crooked perfection,
Was it too soon to get an erection?
The bass drum and the snare made a lovely pair,
I fantasized about being able to put his hair,
Soon he caught me face to face,
“Hey, you wanna get out of this place?”
The warmth of his hands was a pleasure,
I wanted him to make me his treasure,
Oddly he was sweet and gentle,
He wasn’t a walking porno rental.
Suddenly it was all quite real,
I was the one he wanted to make squeal,
He was pressed against me ready to get rubby,
“Are you sure you don’t mind me being chubby?”
“You goof ball, I love your bit of tummy”
“Can’t you see you’re sweet as honey?”
“Truly, dear, you’re fit as a fiddl
song of the dollsPum pa la pa la pa pum
Listen to our song.
Dolls dressed in outfits made of the finest silk.
What could go wrong?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Listen listen do you hear it?
It's the song of the dolls.
Pitter patter blood covers the floor.
Help me please sombody help!!
The screams fill the room.
Ha ha ha haha
Isn't it fun?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Ohhhhhhhhhh it's so much fun!
It is the song of death it's the song of the dolls.
My body aches and bursts,
He humid cold sweat
weeping from every pore.
My soul longs for the touch
Of your fervent pelt,
Rolling and unrolling in tune.
The tendrils of sticky passion
Slip stealthily in my mind,
Overriding the impulse control.
A palm with vagabond antennas
Reach out the synapse between--
Hoping to consume every sense.
Valentine from a SuccubusWithin you is where I will be -
Crouching in the pits of your pliable mind.
Within you, my fingers will explore
Each corner, each crevice of your being.
I'll stroke, burn, and gag you,
Restrain you until I find the hard facts.
My tongue presses into the flesh
Of your soul-suit, the sweet coating melts
Around you to liberate the centre.
You're free to be.
Free to act out your darkest fantasies.
Untitled"...and desire walked in...."
There you were- a striking figure
Stealing glances my way
Looking at me like you want to crawl into my thoughts and stay awhile
The way you say my name should be a sin
Low and erotic- to give me a hint of what's on your mind
Desire walked in the day we met.
ice-by kaito shionIce the one thing I love.
Ice cream my happy place.
Ice my stress reliever.
Ice sweet and cool.
Ice I love it!
Ice sooooo good!
Ice can't get enough!
Ice eat it every day of the week!
Ice melts so easily.
Ice don't you like it to?
Ice nice cool chilly to the touch.
Ice how I love you so.
Ice well, what more can I say?
Ice I love it 0\\\w\\\^
NegativesIn her arms i am become a creature of innate darkness, of insatiable hungers.
Ravenous i feed upon her energies as we entwine.
When darkness feeds on darkness the hunger multiplies in each of our breasts.
It is thankful that our bodies are no stronger than they are for fatigue is all that saves us from our exponential lusts.
We collapse together like weak kittens too long at play, our monsters hidden for a moment, exhausted from their cannibalistic ravishings.
For a fleeting instant we are innocent again as we lay together having passed through a crucible of one anothers pain and pleasure.
In this, our passion, our perversion, our carnality two negatives become a positive.
This is why she haunts me, our devils dance well together and being broken neither of us fears the dark.
UntitledIf I could put it in to words
The way you make me feel
I'd tell you how I long for you
To feel our two hearts merge
I'd tell you how I need for you
To feel your skin on mine
I'd tell you how I want for you
For our lips to meet
If I could put it into words
The way you set me on fire
I'd tell you that one touch from you
Has me weak with desire
I'd tell you how the burning
Of just one kiss
Leaves my body yearning
For all the things I miss
If I could put it into words
The way you leave me breathless
I'd tell you that my head goes crazy
At the simply sight if you
I'd tell you that my body needs for you
To lay your hands upon me, please don't ever stop.
If I could put it into words
I'd tell you that I need you, that I want you, that I can't breath without you.
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