Sapling.

What does this woman want?

She wants to be secure,

wants to be assured,

wants to feel beholden,

to bring warmth to the touch of her master;

And, what does the man want?

He wants to greedily admire,

wants to be twice as admired,

wants to burn eternal,

to forever sizzle within at the sight of his object;

The equation seems simple,

closeness shall draw the rest together, in turn,

a man and a woman are natural companions,

the admiration one holds for the other,

is not enough – has never been enough,

will never be enough to purge,

from the spirit of the man,

or from the soul of the woman,

the sapling that lies within the belly of both,

grown from the seed of Lust and Blood,

one, the child of Fear and Jealousy,

the other, born to War and Desire,

now together – now ripped at the seam,

the dark hours are the battleground,

on which we strike our most memorable,

and powerful of blows,

to behold the single rogue,

sweat drop as it defiantly rolls

from your brow down the bridge of your nose

and disappears in the corner of my eye, as usual.

 

Syrupy.

My skin’s sticky,

lips are salty,

licked by curiosity,

piqued to the extreme,

  • so syrupy,

my skin’s on fire

desire is,

a growing thing,

a thickly veiled,

  • necessity,

secret thoughts,

I’m entertaining…

 

come down here

lay next to me,

read from your books,

in the darkness to me,

  • tell me stories,

make me believe

in the God,

we both know you can be,

the line gets taut,

  • now I’m listening,

My Lord, My King,

I’m unworthy…

 

…and, this is the language

in your name, I speak.

Come.

Come see me –

this night;

in my dark cornered dreams

I beg of you to make me scream;

Come touch me –

Once more;

sweat your saliva from my pores

cut the wire and kick in the door;

Come stay with me –

come closer; revive;

wake me up until I come alive

let me feed the carnivorous side;

Come with me –

come in; confide;

touch every steaming hot place inside

never look into my crying eyes;

Come ruin me –

this night;

see my body writhe beneath

Come tonight and leave me empty.

Re-Master.

“A watched pot never boils…”
he said,
as he was leaving me –

got me tangled in his coils…
bowed head,
on the edge of pleading –

his fingertips are forceful…
sacred,
his touch has come to be –

in withdrawal and mournful…
naked,
when he’s about to leave –

he tends to find me on my knees,
taken,
waiting for him subserviently –

the same as I am when he leaves again,
god-forsaken,
until he returns to re-master the scene.

 

Re-Master.

“A watched pot never boils…”
he said,
as he was leaving me –

got me tangled in his coils…
bowed head,
on the edge of pleading –

his fingertips are forceful…
sacred,
his touch has come to be –

in withdrawal and mournful…
naked,
when he’s about to leave –

he tends to find me on my knees,
taken,
waiting for him subserviently –

the same as I am when he leaves again,
god-forsaken,
until he returns to re-master the scene.

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Come.

Come see me –

This night;

in my darkened corner dreams

I beg of you to make me scream;

Come touch me –

Once more;

Sweat your saliva from my pores

Cut the wires and kick in the doors;

Come stay with me –

Come closer; revive;

Eat me up until I come alive

Let me feed your carnivorous side;

Come with me –

Come in; confide;

Touch every steaming hot place inside

Never look into my crying eyes;

Come ruin me –

This night;

Take away your warmth from me

Come tonight and leave me empty.