I looked down and saw what I could only describe as a clinician. Looking at me recording my enjoyment and expressions as apart of their study. Spread out on the table, legs spread, i was no longer a person in a body but just a body there to be looked at. Behind my eyes was little but pain disguised as pleasure. My body felt heavy and I was no longer there. I was swept away and into them. The sole saving grace being a tether that made me rebuke every advance at the most invasive of offers. I wasn't there. It wasn't me. It was just my body. I was in the future. It was already over for me.
across the big blue, that’s where I see you, outstretching your hand and calling me home
my body never met you
but it’s missing you
these hands of mine, too bare
without those callused
yet tender fingers of yours
stroking my soul
If prose is a house,
poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it.
- Anne Carson
No means no, but not to him
"He's my husband" this is just the beginning
Telling him I'm not in the mood and my heads a mess
Pulling away as he grasps at my chest
My heart is tightening and my gut feels the weight
Im pushing at him again, and "Come on, I'm being romantic" he says
He continues the touching, his hands down my shorts
I try to close my thighs but it just hurts
My tears are in my throat
His breath on my ear and I'm beginning to choke
He pulls down my pants and I stop using my words
Because its fucking absurd how much that doesn't work
The relationship that ties us makes you see me as a possession
But to me it makes me hate you more, I wish you would walk out of the door, I never want to see you anymore, if you died I'm sure... I still wouldn't regret this confession.
of one body and the uncounted galaxies within
she’s made of binary stars,
little flicklers of light and dark
all painted in multicolored space dust
they are made of all,
and all in between
Fiery Passion from an Aries
Golden locks twirled around my fingers,
Before I pulled my lips from hers.
The separation nearly too much
For her body, as I stood tall in utter admiration,
Impatience quickly drove me back down.
My teeth molded to the soft skin of her neck,
I couldn't handle the break away from her any better.
Truthful bluntness brutal as a sword,
luckily my truth,
Energy soaring while the sweat drippings fall,
Hands gripping her soft waist as a leg wrapped around her
Every muscle aching for her, wishing to hold her form tighter
Confidence growing as she instantly gives in to every movement I allude.
Complete submission, the trust I own, so powerful.
As long as I may throw my self-control out the door,
I will invite inside, my whimsical spontaneity.
Bloated with passion, for just a singular touch,
Bravery fills my bones,
Her eyes were the sea – you know, that variegated color between cerulean and aqua that changed and flowed and metamorphosed with the currents; sometimes turbulent and other times calm but with a flash of spirit, promising the abundance of her riches. Her ebony hair catapulted with the breezes, flashing touches of auburn and flecks of white. But ahhh – the skin – it was the silk of which dreams are born - tawny and rich, moist and golden. The lushness of her body lulled me into a false sense of security but when I plunged her depths, I encountered what true sensuality and eroticism could be. Long crimson nails drew blood in little trails down my back but left me begging for more. Her lush lips gathered me in fantasies and ecstasies that I never had encountered. Long tan legs went on forever until they reached her promised land, encompassing all that I ever was. My wild island woman lifted me to heights I never thought possible until she blew away, without a backward glance, caught in the tropical wind toward other islands in the sun, seeking the opulence of other treasures. But I knew that I would hear her siren call forever, way off in the distance, echoing in my mind, “Come to me, come to me!”
He stared at her
As if she was a gift
One that he wanted
To slowly unwrap
Careful to embrace
And only have all
To himself— each
O, he smiled~
Thinking of how much
She truly was better
Than any gift in the world
Far greater than all the money,
Silver & gold across time/space
He moved in her direction
Leaned forward ready to hold
Her so tight, with the thought
Of how lucky he was to have met
Her in this lifetime and he made
A vow to find her in the next one.
#EternalBliss (C) 01/08/2021.
Take the air that I breathe.
You can keep it.
I don’t need it anymore.
do you ever catch
out in public
never having met them
yet knowing them
in the flutter of an eyelash
do you ever
wish you could fix them