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Fire Of My Loins

I am sitting in a whirlwind,

of woeful, wistful voices,

veering closer,

as I sit with my smug smile,

and my cheap notebooks,

full of cheap cracks,

about everyone I perceive to have punished me.

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I close my windows,

just to make sure I’m alone,

waking up when both the sun and moon are sleeping,

so the city is my own,

and I do not have to share.

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Line to line,

I get by fine,

prosey,

pretentious Princess,

fucking my feelings,

and my finest work,

every night,

because they satisfy me,

in a way no man or woman ever could.

Screaming silently,

drowning in my own divine decadence,

dreaming in Spanglish,

slow motion declarations of devotion,

from a carousel of cancelled affections.


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A Day In Which She Wasn’t Late (For Once)

We hold on to the strangest things,

in the ten minutes of turmoil,

from bridges to crosses.

I hold on to the other day,

to distract me from the crowded silence.

I hold on to the other day,

when I counted the seconds,

until I could count the characters in your reply.

Now I am waiting again,

buried underneath the dreams of the damned,

daring to dream my own nightmare,

where my heart hurts,

then heals itself,

as I twist it into whatever you desire.

I am built for your embrace,

holding the pole,

just to be safe,

resisting the urge to unfold into you entirely,

wishing I could,

wasting another thought,

on the one who is busy,

but hopefully,

still seeing me somewhere in his mind’s eye.

I am carrying my whole life in a case,

for a couple of days,

and for the first time,

on one of my many quests to escape,

I just want to go home,

to you.

Do you understand?

I don’t want to be alone,

for the first time.

I don’t want to be alone.


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Mwah

Layering lip gloss,

daring him to do his worst,

playful,

I pretend that I am blind,

to the desires that bind him to me,

as if I cannot hear,

what his hands scream.

I ask him,

with one glance of my eyes,

to the lust in his lap,

what his plans are for tonight,

and then,

I am snatched into a sensual storm.

He rains.

He rages.


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Casablanca

In the darkened hours,

lost in fever dreams,

orchestrating affectionate insanity,

volcanic vulnerability,

expecting the worst,

yet I still jump,

over the edge,

unleashing the words I swallow,

because I’m afraid you won’t like how they taste.

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Under the bright lights you bring to my life,

tempted to stay,

in the fantasy we create.

Am I going mad?

Maybe I am just new to being needed,

sleeping in the shadow of my growing heart,

oblivious to how fast I fall.

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Shaking as I wake and remember,

counting twinflowers as I wait for you to arrive,

always impatient, impossible,

racing past my past to keep up with who I want to be,

everything I think we can be,

dreaming with tentative hope.


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Twenty Four Hours

Twenty four times,

you bite your tongue,

and think of mine.

Your body betrays your mind,

as you wake,

your lap springs to life,

your rest interrupted by your impulses,

racing,

restless,

you waste time,

trying to escape your yearning mind.

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Twenty four trips,

to the shops,

to the shed,

to wherever you can be alone,

with your thoughts,

and your bitter, bitten breakdowns.

Silently screaming,

as you strip yourself down,

wondering why everyone wants you,

and all of your value,

but nobody needs you,

when you’re alone,

stripped and screaming.

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Twenty four trials,

where you hold the hardship inside your head,

stepping in puddles of pain,

that become seas of sorrow,

taking each sad boy hour,

a minute at a time,

trying not to drown,

as you paint perfection onto your face,

pretending you are a picture perfect partner,

but your make up aches down your distressed,

downtrodden face,

and when you’re finally at my door,

I see you,

as you are,

but I love you all the same.


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