CONTAINED
WITHIN
A
SINGLE GLISTENING TEAR.
CRUSHED
RED VELVET
SOFT,
WARM, WET.
A
HEAT TRANSFERRED BETWEEN BODIES
LIVING,
BREATHING, DESIRE.
TOUCH
THIS, TASTE THIS, FEEL THIS
DEVOUR
EVERY PUSLING DROP.
WANTON
DESPERATION
IN
THE DESIRE TO FEEL ALIVE.
LEWD,
LACIVIOUS,
EXTRAVAGANTLY
RAW.
IMMORTAL BEINGS
CONNECT
TO THIS THREAD OF TIME.
THROUGH
THE LIVING BLOOD
OF
THE TENDERLY INNOCENT.
DRAWN
INTO THE MYSTERY
DRAWN
INTO THE WEB.
THE
WIDOW’S LAIR
IS
SAFE COMPARED TO THIS.
UNFETTERED
FROM RESTRAINT
YET
BOUND BY THIS NEED.
LAIN
DOWN INTO THE PLACE
WHERE
DARKNESS SLEEPS.
whew....sex to feel alive...much like cutting...or anything else that consumes us even as we try to assuage the feeling...is rather scary...i like the unease i feel in your last lines as well..
ReplyDelete"Drawn into the mystery, drawn into the web." This is a very evocative read!
ReplyDeleteI like this "where darkness sleeps" a poem with a raw edge...
ReplyDeleteThis piece spoke to me of how horrible it is to crave but never truly have what you need. A dark place to be indeed.
ReplyDeleteA dark look into the workings of the human mind. Excellent write!
ReplyDeleteRaw, intriguing and inviting. This is a poem of want. Very much enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteSuch sensual/passionate writing =)
ReplyDeleteSensually sick stokerian and a fun read.
ReplyDeleteIntense.
ReplyDeleteOoo, "lain down into the place where darkness sleeps". Atmospheric!
ReplyDeleteLove the language and imagery of this poem.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant.
ReplyDeleteWe all feed of each other - that is what we do.
Anna :o]
You have convinced me not to watch that show!
ReplyDeleteYikes! Sounds brutal.
ReplyDeleteDark is frightening, dangerous, undesirable, a threat to all and needing to be fought and destroyed. The problem is that it's also endlessly fascinating.
ReplyDeleteWe need dark to appreciate having light.
This is sizzling, Andrea! HOT HOT HOT
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