::A Lover's Decree:: Emancipated

When midnight walks upon my darkened skin I find you linquiring in the shadows of my mind and an air of resistance breezes by bringing my warm skin to a chill. But ultimately I am the joker to myself as I release and allow myself to feel your presence even though your really not here. Your smile forms like the sweet nectar of watermelon in July in my eyes as I pull you closer toward me and my heart smiles along it’s Judean trials and gratitude swells for this moment, in this darkness, where I can behold you without any contempt. Or the remembrance of anything else but this.

Your body slides on top of mine effortlessly as I feel the gravity of your frame flushing pressing my own down with my fingers left to linger over your body memorizing your tones as the internal flames lick at my parched skin.

I have not forgotten you.

My passion for you runs like an eternal well that is open allowing you access to dip and replenish yourself; hoping the fatally of being with out, will keep you around.

If nothing else.

And at night I feel you again.

I allow you to compel me to forgetting everything and remember why I loved you in the first place…. and why I still do. Letting your fingers slip into the creases of me relinquishing any hold I have left within me rapidly curling into your transparent form slipping into dreams, or memories, or dream…….

….or memories.

If nothing else.

At night I feel you…..

*Image by Xarv-Marx

::A Lover's Decree:: Evanescent

Our frozen night song lay still on the hallow floor as the first peaks of this season snow comes briskly down to cover it as if it never did exist. The stained glass honeydew of your skin, thought once to be impenetrable, cracks and peels revealing something richer in it's internal essence. Something that had not been seen before. Each layer transgressing back to it's original form; before life had taken a hold; before you lost control.

Our song was but a silent whisper that danced along the breeze bringing back memories of old tattered pictures that never did have the chance to take form. And I let snow flakes become my tears dropping pictures of our affairs to grungy rats to drink on the streets and not to you.

You.

You are unaware. Stiffened lines creasing around my emasculated eyes and the viable echo of what might surprise; Why.
But there is nothing left to do.

And there are no kind strangers with soft smiles that will raise us up toward the sun speaking of how wonderful we are Are. As they cascade us skipping across the current of the river.
Rapids we could do justice to.

No there is only this dingy spot we lie resting reminiscing over what it is we have lost. Like painted performers and ambidextrous cast a ways we remain, because it's the only place that has a name.

A name which seems to have fallen away form our skin, although I do wish it'd come again, but the seasons are changing and I don't know how to walk backward on a tight rope fifty feet in the air.





*Image by DarkCorey

::A Lover's Decree:: Epiphyte

There is warmth that swirls around me, in my body’s memory, causing a ruckus upon my cells as its exuberant nature calls to break form, to dismantle, to ring out mission bells.

But my skin is old.

My skin is well worn.

It doesn’t know quite how to bend; It only knows how to let go.

It sags slightly now.

Calling upon my mind for abbreviated distractions of the illustrious kind. But with each step it takes to verifiably tighten it only feels the well contoured edge of resistance cutting bitterly in denial. Its sharp inhale bringing up flakes of a love that went passing still remain on my skin and even the nurture of my soul feels like a betrayal

Silently, I let that edge drive in deeper, slicing through my magnitude. My ego dwelling in snapshots of what past memories. And when the wind come asking, creating a storm upon your name, I realize that I still see we. Even though you are no longer there to agree.

And yes, I’ve received your cupid arrows and your dragons flames and your name rings out like cathedral bell in my head. A pendulum of yes and no but unable to find a home just ringing on and on. It’s fractionation driving me deeper into this well of darkness where I see that there were snakes her all along.

I remember whispering to the water that although I was afraid of what I couldn't’t see I believed the murky waters mysteries would not deceive but I was too busy looking down to see the debris that had settled around.

And my skin grew cold.

And my skin grew old.

It doesn’t know quite how to bend; It only knows how to let go.

*Image by Nicoweb

:::Wanton Inequity::

I've been waiting days for you.

Around this corner propped against old tattered bricks with plaster rapidly slipping to ill stained concrete as my back readjusted against it's fierce eternal nature. Each night. I waited as the moon progressed through paternally pregnant cycles pulsing at my veins calling for the beast within to break down it's hold. To rip forth from it's mental cell and inhale the life in which it considers a hedonistic hell. But I held like Greek statues emblazed in their immorality.

Until I saw what I had come looking for.

Your foot creeps around into my space in it's black ice of Armani or Aldo. None the less a flavor that fits you and my head snaps to the side sending my mind into an orbit causing me to reassert my quavering universe. I watch as you slowly slide around the corner and I take in a view that I had well memorized like programing that concludes and reappears every ten seconds. Tonight. Tonight you look striking and beautiful in your unoriginal simplistic nature. White shirt. Blue Jeans. Dark Shoes. Slick Back Hair unmercifully falling from it's coerced place. Classic.

You walk right toward me with such a gaze that I don't move an inch even in my awkwardness as my body flushes and my breath descends to somewhere else. Your stormy blue eyes hypnotize me and I follow your bodies clock as you smile and slide right past me and further into the alley to the back door.

I wonder if you even know who I am.

As the door to the back of the club closes our battle song is heard. I swiftly move to the front door and into the a darkened mass of bodies tying to stimulate bodies by betraying minds until their acquisition is eventually arrived and I squeeze in between this organic game and wait again. At the edge of the the wooden island where all drinks have found home in some one's warm hand and there you are. As expected.

You stroll through the door on the opposite side of the bar realigning yourself and smoothing out your hair before it resides to falling anyway. This time you stop as you see my full on intentionally awakening stare. We hold here seeing who will loose it all first if at all. Of course I'm willing to loose if it means you'll keep holding that pose so I drop my head shyly looking back up at you with a hunger that can not be mistaken. You only smile in my direction and instead of heading to your usual spot in the far off corner of the dance floor you recede to where you just came.

I'm smart enough to know to follow.

As I open the door and stride through into darkness my body is immediately slammed against the hallow wall as your hand slips firmly over my mouth evading any vocal response. Your knee slices between my legs pressing against my fire. Your body is stronger than I once thought you were as I feel your tightness against my curves. Your smell mingling in my amplified senses building as sweat begins to break out on your skin.

"Don't say a word" your voice comes huskily out and descends upon my wanton ear.

My wetness is immediate and startling as I feel my body wanting to let go of what it's been holding on to for so long but your leg moves away far to quickly for any of that as your icy fingers replace it riping into my pants making buttons fly like speed cars on their final lap of their most important race. Sliding right back my nonexistent barrier and right into me as I feel your body shudder and smile as your cockiness improves.

This is what I wanted. This is what I had been waiting for.

And I knew you were the only one who could.

Sometimes I wondered if anyone else saw it. If anyone else knew. It wasn't written all over you but it was in the subtle things. It was in how you didn't say "please".

And now with your hand demanding to find room within me you say

"You really think you have the upper hand? Did you really think I never noticed you standing out in the cold. You were waiting for me and wait you did."

You slip two more fingers inside of me causing me to almost buckle over as your hand moves removing the seal over my lips to clasping my very breath. Your lips come even closer to my ear biting the tip as you say, "You were mine all along and you didn't even know."

With this your fingers slide away from my neck swiftly as your teeth replace the empty space biting so hard my body jerks inward toward you and just as my voice begins to rise above the music your hand seals it again.

I feel you loosen and my body moves toward you so that you are against the wall with teeth still bearing their marks in my flesh as my body so heated with passion uninhibitedly stokes it's self against yours in an attempt to increase our intimacy. So close. As close as is humanly possible as your teeth pull slowly from my flesh and fingers grip my hair with such intensity that I stumble backward and against the other wall with you leading the way. My entire body softens like a rag doll in the teeth of some well intended dog as your hand swirls my head around and around. I feel lost inside myself. Inside of this moment. My fingers seek out your hips slamming them against me like two cars going south into a brick wall.

"I....I...."

"What is it you want girl?"

"Please...."

"Tell me what you want."

Your fingers still entangled in my air and your breath warm on my neck leaving supple kisses on my shoulders, on my neck.

"I.....want to feel you. I want my hand inside of you. I want to run my hand across prohibited territory relinquishing your upward bounds. I want to kneel down on the ground and taste you with your hands in my head like this. I just want you. I want to cum."

Your fingers twist me around by my hair until I am facing the wall and your skillful fingers slip down below me as I feel your gyrations rocking against and away and against the wall. Your hardness proving you do indeed pack as I press further back into you wanting to stimulate you too but your fingers are a quick distract as they find my clit rubbing in a motion that sends me quickly over the edge to cumming all over your hand. My breathing cools as you embrace me and small tears fall from my eyes and lay creating pools on your warmed skin.

I press further into you melting.

"I waited so long for you." I silently say.

"And here I am again love." You say as your arms buckle further around me.

The music and noise outside has slowed down a bit as most have retreated to smoke breaks outside making me remember the first time I was here.

I smile, glad to have finally returned home.






*Image by Adour

::Licentious Languidly::

You were playing romantic games of spin the bottle on pebbled stone streets with an old rusting can of soup that you meant to save to keep you warm from fear. It’s liquid languidly making its way down the gutter; a dessert only the ants can fully appreciate as you squat low to the ground awaiting your serpent songs desire. And there it came. Like mist, off the lake, rolling in at dusk covering everything, causing an eerie glow. Your own light clogged within its strings wavering as the mist played a staccato on your heart. Encircling you until all that you could see was it icy demeanor and in that moment it every possibility came true. Like the mist bringing heaven’s gates. And you leaned in and danced bleeding out your tortuous heart on the ground until all that remained was a distant whisper of my name.

Your chains unbound. Your swan song degraded. Enrapture taking over your eyes; a much stronger force than any arrows cupped in the crest of cupids unfurling hand. And as that grey kiss entered you slipping past your lips, filling you, inching past your voice, shrilling you, breaking through our doors and breaking you as you cosmically collide and lay catatonically by its side. Was it the cold that left you behind? When the mist fatally cleared?

Or was it my light that drew you as it came into view from within it’s starched stained encasement of my heart and I distantly drifted into delicate dreams that had nothing to do with mist, or bottles, or spilled ruminates of memories and awoke to blood stained sheets; an abortion of our floridity. And it startled me. Our fruition yet to be conceived and I collapsed into rages of fits brought on by Zeus’ satanically sharpened blots that descended upon me fragmenting me into bits and pieces spread out on the tear sodden floor. Completely come undone.

And you returned with words built for lovers, with x’s and o’s and forget me not scribbled brilliantly on bitter blue clouds preceding you in the sky. But there was a snake hiding under your collar and I saw its bloody eyes staring back at me as you tried to shake his tantric rhythm controlling your lips but its tail could be seen slicing your throat and locking on to your shameful heart. As you asked, “How do I stop?”

At that moment I wanted to run away into woods where witches and wolfs and sweet grandmothers stood but reality had quite the intense hold. So I let go hoping that maybe the puzzle could be glued down this time.

With each day we moved gracefully from lovers to friends and back again trying to maintain a place where we felt safe. I attempted to make my commitment stronger and to blast through walls placed up by grieving mothers who felt my pain and knew there was not much more I could do.

But I tried.

I laid with you, skin to skin, and tried to disway the images and thought that flew into my mind but their intrepid skeletons haunt your body making it so that every time my fingers lay on their ghastly shell I am forced to quickly disembark. I fell into darkly draining clogged up tears as I curled into you convinced that one way or another I’d make it through that forest and reawaken myself. So I squinted my eyes to blocked out that blazing sun that tempted to destroy me, closed up every memory and forced myself to forget everything. And I released with biting equity as what I thought would solve everything shattered on to the floor as grief took hold.

I laid numb and out of breath heaving for something to save me from myself. My muscles tensed as my insides screamed to be redeemed batting invisible fist against your chest.

I laid numb out of breath heaving for something to save me from myself. Why didn’t that can point you back home to me? Tell me, why did the can lead you away to her?

Can you see the illusion in the mist?

*Image by c2photo

::Anticipated Reprise::

Someone had told her she to carries time around on her chest as a reminder to never rest and so her heart kept going till the point where she gives up the chance to believe in anything real. Cause time seemed something to conceal. With it’s sandy arms marching out a staccato in her mind, it’s hypnotic rapture devoiding her of everything that is kind, it’s steadfast requiem taking her till she is blind.

It makes sense that she sits lonesome longing to be entwined with someone. Anyone, that is not carrying time around their chest and instead of building sand castle, idolizing the past, they put that all on blast, again and again. Destroy and laugh. Create and stand back. Instead of building sanctimonious monuments so the world knows you exist, blow up that shit… and start all over again. And laugh with that wit that reminds you that the sun does rise after it has disappeared by your side. Come rain or come shine.

And you can hear her heart ticking away at time, waiting for someone. Waiting, like some like me, down in New Orleans. Not sure if their fate will end down some muddy river bank, another unrecognized face. Or if they have done enough, believed enough, to feel blessed enough to rise. To rise into the sky past these unjust lie, to another city, another town, to turn that clock back around. As if it never happened. As if it were so easy to forget time’s debt.

And what would happen if we accompanied death instead listening to the witches of Macbeth. Would we be walking to our graves or would we rise out the ground for the zombie revolution to take place; finding out we aren’t really dead. It was just the next phase; our evolutionary grace.

And in the ground a clock still grows but this time things aren’t so dire, cause the seconds glow, and if you look close you’ll notice those aren’t numbers. And they never were really there.

But, I don’t know if she sees it or if she ever will cause she holds that clock clutched to her because it’s all she has known. And with sovereign eyes she waits for the zombie apocalypse to arrive.

*Image by aimeelikestotakepics

:: Ignited Reveries ::

I let myself free fall into the depth of who you are and I hope that you won’t engulf me completely

Cause even as I feel myself loosing air I stay there.

And there is a light that I am receding from slowly in the molasses of your soul and it doesn’t take long for me to realize that there is no going ‘home’.

But death isn’t as unromantic as it may seem.

And sometimes falling in love is like shattering the American dream

of what was suppose to be

like pictures pinned up in 1917 saying “We want you” and secretly we kind of disagreed.

Because there were pictures that we had yet to create of a world where there wasn’t so much hate. Where I could say, “Yes, this is my wife” without turning heads. Without feeling a knife. And as everything goes black and the fear sets in all the colors begin to reappear. I find myself caught up in the beauty and the magic and the grace and our secret meeting place and for a moment I forget for some that this is my tragedy but I only see you.

And nothing else.

And I let go.

And I reset myself.

And for now there is only this moment and I hope someone does not pull me up out of this sea. Thinking they’re saving me. Thinking they are setting me free.

Believe me, there is no other place I’d rather be.

And I know me. Yes, I finally know me. And no it’s not through loving you, and no it’s not through hating a few and no it’s not through being alone cause trust me that marquee was wrong. And yes, I’ve been cold withdrawn into my own little world.

How is it I feel like I have been reborn. Experiencing the world for the first time again shattering the amnesia that once had a hold.

And when I feel your skin so soft on mine I want to stop the world. I want collapse upon your skin and fall asleep on the soft parts of you and climb the mountains of the hard parts of you and wonder what built a grand canyon there. Such a grand canyon it is. Cause in every ounce of pain a bit of beauty flairs. And what we remember is how we’ve grown as we let go of our despair and find forgiveness for the ones who tried to force us into depth that didn’t even exist.

So why resist. And I can’t. And I don’t. Instead,

I let myself go, free falling into the depths of you and hoping that you won’t engulf me completely but secretly wanting it all.