It could be like this. Early morning,
light milkpooling at the edges of your bed,
dawnfrost
bleaching your bare feet and subtly wriggling toes
softly phantom,
and I follow the erogenous ghost
past your shins,
to the rounded
pate of your knees
(pausing at the fresh scrape,
planting in its raw a small kiss,
it seems
you’re always falling down
and getting hurt
like a five year old
destined to model bruises
from a catalog of Childhood’s Wounds)
and I move beyond your knees,
to the shadowed country
of your inner thighs,
their arousable tuck
and hothouse climate,
and there, I stop, I squeeze,
I pinch, I press, I knead,
and knead some more,
and say, It could be like this,
skin toasting skin to prime
and pinken sinsual,
our bodies,
lazily twined,
like question marks
relaxedly slack,
unsure of their how
or why,
just happy
to be a part
of the grammar
of easy smolder
and blessmounted cries.
I could go on, I say,
but there
you grin the grin of a scythe
and tell me
to stop talking
and making metaphor
of your little masochist
who adores the holy ache
betwen pauses,
and take you,
now,
to that place
where sound
is remembered to touch,
in the founting fury
of earlymorning
ghostlight.
Sheesh
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Wow, the rare, underplayed, one-word “Sheesh.” Love it π
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You got me with the pausing at the fresh scrape but had me again and again at who adores the holy ache between pauses.
I like the way you wake up
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Yea, sometimes all it takes is a simple touch to wake up. So a wise girl once said π
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Sometimes, you see, the “characters” in my pieces, do what I want them to do, or play according to my fantasy-fiction rules, know what I mean π
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But even you. In your fantasy fiction rules, had someone tell you what to do π I like your fantasy fiction better than my own
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Thanks π it’s funny, because I actually don’t try and control what “they” say or do, but simply listen and feel through it. Plus, it was fun to hear “the girl” say, not in so many words: Would you just shut up and get in here already. It’s like I got to nuzzle and nestle in a catalog of Childhood’s Wounds. Was good times π And I like nuzzling and nestling.
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You have a knack for understanding where childhood wounds reside. Ready to be nestled
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Well, if I wind up in your parts in the near future, might be time to finally have that overdue coffee date on a sunsoaked patio π
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And you might not know this, but there are some girls who have this tendency of falling down and getitng booboos. It’s called, I think, Slapstickular Terranitis.
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Iβve heard of those kinds of girls π
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Oh SO hot!
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