if you >> mermecolion

& no more here, i'm sick of here.

she held me like
a vampire
would and
bit / my neck
exposed
as a
caryatid my
back arched
my hips i
flushed with
sudden lust //

a song ( Read more... )

you don't mean anything to me
you don't have to mean you can just be

face turned, hands folded

bogmouth

..

sticky, sticky, fingers
on her throat. hare-voice
snug until the hound
until the flight
sing, sing, fingers
spread like honey

from which you wordlessly turn) or did you turn, wordless,
from me, to catch your breath. because i,i (having spoken
am rendered most simple: a word

my parenthesis)(in your arms i am sweet as a sentence

forests i am waiting in the roots eater of women my teeth nicely shine. the corpses rustling in the copse my fingers on the spiderwebs my bones gnawed to intricate knots.

hither your hips here your lips
sweet as pollen your skin dusts mine /
the mouths of kisses open like flowers
petal by petal i devour your body //

what you don't understand is that i have no choice i can't turn my back on the life that lays before me, my whole being yearns towards it,, dangerous as it may be i am alive, for the first time in so so long maybe ever i am doing i am alive i am HERE really here right now instead of watching myself act, waiting to go home and write about it, ( Read more... )