Tender moments terrify the soul who speaks of courage of which I’m unsure. Nothing scares me the way you do, but I’ll find the movement to concur the mind. I must have you.
I cannot fight it. I’ll walk in circles until I can devise a straight line. The needs, the wants, the pieces, the parts, it ends, it starts. Fear separates and inflames the scars of the heart.
Please be calm. Quiet the coward; follow the will. Say what you want, do what you feel, take your time, but give me the thrill. And yes, I will be yours.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Drabble #15: Pounding, pounding, pulsating, breathing, dying needing
Pounding, pounding, pulsating, breathing, dying needing, he always wanted more. Heartbeat, bare feet are walking for a lifetime.
The percussion of the mind -- starts the rhythm, bring the rhyme. One step, one step, one step, he foxtrots over the mine; sweeping, only to bomb on the climb. Discovering dirt and despair, feels tears and tares to challenge his cares.
He might have died. He would have, he could have, he shouldn’t have, and he did not. He’s on the other side. He holds a hand that’s not his own. It moves him and the need for life he owns.
The percussion of the mind -- starts the rhythm, bring the rhyme. One step, one step, one step, he foxtrots over the mine; sweeping, only to bomb on the climb. Discovering dirt and despair, feels tears and tares to challenge his cares.
He might have died. He would have, he could have, he shouldn’t have, and he did not. He’s on the other side. He holds a hand that’s not his own. It moves him and the need for life he owns.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Drabble #13: Love me like you are mine.
Love me like you are mine.
Map me with your fingertips. Taste me with your tongue. Take small bites, a big bite, followed by painful devouring. Take both my hands as if you want me to be safe and then pin me to the ground. Take all your body to cover mine, holding me too close. Take my heartbeats, matching your speed to the sound. It's quick and rough and sharp and it hurts.
Take everything now. There's nothing to love. It's over and you are done. When you leave, nothing remains. I am no longer as I never was.
Map me with your fingertips. Taste me with your tongue. Take small bites, a big bite, followed by painful devouring. Take both my hands as if you want me to be safe and then pin me to the ground. Take all your body to cover mine, holding me too close. Take my heartbeats, matching your speed to the sound. It's quick and rough and sharp and it hurts.
Take everything now. There's nothing to love. It's over and you are done. When you leave, nothing remains. I am no longer as I never was.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Drabble #12: Have I ever told you how I feel?
“Have I ever told you how I feel?” she asked without subtlety.
“Not sure. Maybe. How do you feel?”
“Intensely,” she spoke as she felt. “It was a pleasure kissing you.”
“I wish I could be around long enough to fall in love with you,” he said seconds before he did. As he looked at her the moment became a memory. She was LA and he was leaving.
He left with a fragment of an ideal. As much as he would never forget, it would never be enough. Goodbye girl, goodbye love, goodbye LA. Hope to return sometime, someday, someway.
“Not sure. Maybe. How do you feel?”
“Intensely,” she spoke as she felt. “It was a pleasure kissing you.”
“I wish I could be around long enough to fall in love with you,” he said seconds before he did. As he looked at her the moment became a memory. She was LA and he was leaving.
He left with a fragment of an ideal. As much as he would never forget, it would never be enough. Goodbye girl, goodbye love, goodbye LA. Hope to return sometime, someday, someway.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Drabble #11: He was just another guy who wanted to fuck her.
He was just another guy who wanted to fuck her. The list was long and being on it hardly made him special. It was never hard to say no. If she wanted to she would, she explained, but she didn’t. It was that simple.
He pleaded, “Will you touch it?”
“No.”
“Will you suck it?”
“No.
“Will you fuck it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Not even a little?”
“Not even.”
“You’re so meaningful.”
“Thank you,” she genuinely responded.
He meant nothing. He was just another guy who wanted to fuck her and that’s why he never would.
He pleaded, “Will you touch it?”
“No.”
“Will you suck it?”
“No.
“Will you fuck it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Not even a little?”
“Not even.”
“You’re so meaningful.”
“Thank you,” she genuinely responded.
He meant nothing. He was just another guy who wanted to fuck her and that’s why he never would.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Drabble #8: He took with him a token.
He took with him a token. He walked right down the street. He left me with the notion there was somewhere he needed to be.
I followed him closely, but he did not see me. He never saw me. He crossed the park. He climbed the stairs. I waited; I watched; I stared. He paused a moment; my breath was held.
He took with him a token I'm very sure was mine. I lost him on the subway. The train caught him just in time. I was left behind. I will let him have it. I will be too kind.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Drabble #7: I scream the lyrics and whisper the beat.
I scream the lyrics and whisper the beat. I listen to your song never on repeat, but before the last cadence comes to an end - it's just one touch to start it over again.
At times the dreams, they look so real. At times I would try and fail to feel, but I like the way you look at me - always burning with a slight intensity.
Wait, your magic has left me only wanting more. Wait, this isn't what I thought it was before, but the song's still playing, just patiently fading - never ending, never beginning, only hoping - I sing.
At times the dreams, they look so real. At times I would try and fail to feel, but I like the way you look at me - always burning with a slight intensity.
Wait, your magic has left me only wanting more. Wait, this isn't what I thought it was before, but the song's still playing, just patiently fading - never ending, never beginning, only hoping - I sing.
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