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Her room became cluttered, she lost track of the days
Dreams once lucid became lynchian
The world narrowed to only the stifling walls she inhabited
She forgot how an embrace even felt, she longed for simple eye contact…
With friends, with acquaintances, with a random stranger (fuck, with anyone)
The security of his lap provided a refuge from her dog-days and despair
The sound of his strong hands typing at his work station
Simply kneeling in his presence and knowing he was there
She’s made of porcelain, felt and patchwork-quilt scraps
Her limbs are held together with staples and pins
The music slows, winding down
To staccato notes, there is no flow
Just sweet tinklings and chimes slowing to a soft gentle demise
My hands reach for the key
It is so hard to repair broken things
Should I stare long enough, maybe they will fix themselves magically
Suspended, floating… two cripples dancing
All it takes is for one of us to speak first
But remember the last time?
We spoke so much, it got hard to breathe
I see through your Van Allen belts
Fighting against the gravity I helped you create
Orbiting your rings, your elegant sentry moon
Tumbling toward some beautiful aurora
It refracts in the corner of my peripheral vision
The exosphere suddenly closes in
My eyes are spinning-plate-supernovas
I tend my garden with watchful eyes
When she hurts, I hurt
I pace these rows and purify
Shhhhhh…
Heal your vines, your roots, your stems
I’ll be here when you bloom
A pin-art board against your flesh like a sonar map
There’s a bratty-as-fuck song in your cherry-bomb heart
I’ve cut off your corners and lined up your edges…
Lets see what fits
Your growth is slightly stunted
Dry, then over-watered
With time and light, you bloom
Entwining along my walls, your vines and tendrils coil
Petal by petal, with affection for your gardener
Flickering eyes and a smoldering glow
Her pallid thighs tingle from the lashes
She flinches with each step, the murmurs of a quivering night
Whispers scatter, starving for sin
Lips glisten in the dark
Making my way within clouds of untamed clover
Like a padlock hanging open, I’ve disappeared through your gate
Your every need, perceived though never spoken
Mournful wails, a flaming partition, you speak only in consonants
Unleashing your breath upon a breeze
It lingers then soars with a roar
Engulfed in deep and distant tides
Your restless thighs flood me with a keepsake
Twilight falls on your palette
Painting your dream in my color scheme
I will make you croon long into the night
Vulgar hearts aren’t beneath us
Tonight, I’m putting you on the pyre
Ignited in silence and raised to your harlot mouth
Pinched in the uneven crescent of your lips
Your sallow face awash in a delicious glow
Bllowing a pretty grey haze
Washing me with a gentle graze
As it skittered away, you uttered three words
They drew me like water from a well:
"Make me cry”
Flowing through the spine, a lingering shiver
Chilled floating bliss, dissolving into shutters
Reverberating endlessly
Seething within, tension breaks at the first word
You’re brooding on a tide
Dark and driven waters carving out channels
Quiet, waiting, brittle
Releasing a single reclined breath
A yearning that travels as my desperations move it
Like the tenacious nature of a train with a hundred destinations
Moving and passing every station
She lusts for the libation
The rain of a rapture that floods the streets to a chorus of weeping
But it’s not the composition of the crestfallen, it’s a perennial prayer
An ardent antiphon, a fervent veneration
A song of faith and devotion
Her heart is leviathan-sized
But before you tread, please understand, it’s made of delicate glass
When she gives it to you, only a templar blood-oath will do
So, pour yourself into her sinewy confines until she overflows
Bridge yourself, weld yourself, cover her darkness
Shield her under stacks of the highest thread-count linens
And orbit her aura until you collide
Sacrosanct offerings collide in mirrored image
Luring her with a half-crazed Apollonian hymn
Dual grace in the anguish
A repertoire of Dionysian dances, a feral ballet
Floodlights blare, she’s center stage
The abyss calls out her name like a magick incantation
I can hear it’s discordance, it’s shriek, it’s hum… it’s demoness growl
Beckoning her to the precipice, she vanishes in color-shifting clouds
Enveloped in joyous rhyme
Fuck...
I would kiss the blood-filled chambers of her beating heart if I could
Her lips tremble for the love of “fuck”
Flesh expecting a well-worn leather kiss
Oval lips begging for hell… until it finally starts
Snapping sounds summoning screeching seraphim hymns
Our amorous curse pulverizes their wings
And after one killing, another begins
The first of many little deaths
Shy-girl, watching-girl
Always-on-the-tip-of-my-tongue-girl
Dancing around the main idea
True center of the words
I am along the lines, between the notes
I creep in through the white noise of the swirling ennui that surrounds you
Right below the earlobe in my driest cabernet cadence
Our duet has such modality, but it’s not a nocturne… it’s a dirge
And the death I deal is cruel
You’ll feel it coming in the blood-flooded chambers of your true strumpet heart
And I can kill you like this wherever I wish...
A darkened corner of the city’s most notorious dive
White-knuckling the wheel on some midnight mile down I-88
In the shower (like Janet Leigh)
Each death is different, but death all the same
And, unlike a cat, you’ll never run out
How fortunate for me
I am embroidered in a sunrise
Shining bright in the hours after 3:00am
You stitch my name across your eyelids
Then quilt me a blanket comprised of your breath
At my doorstep, you are covered in fluids from Lovecraftian dimensions
The kind that turn pink when we mix them together
In the moments before the light finally peeks through…
We are brave, we are unrestrained, we are true
Enswathe in silken lace, making her nest in secluded style
Lavender petals tread a path from the veranda to her vanity
Rosehip seeds on her bed, my scented letters strewn…
Half-finished sonnets she knows without reading:
“You kissed a valentine on my cage of bones”
Softly and slowly, fingers move in clockwise rotation
Wishing for her lover’s trace