Dear AudIence, march 6th 2005
kissing her goodnight, her lips came toward mine so slightly, and then we both away. one peck would be too dangerous a spark with so combustable a mouth as mine. once the pecking begins, our lips may never part. i placed my mind upon her thigh. there i wished my cheek to be. there and everyotherwhere upon her softsoftself. to touch her, touch with the palm of my hand... cupping, smoothing, gripping.
how can i tell of what i do not know. what i do not know i can return, in kind for kindness, it is my vow. to baste in her fluids would cook me raw once more. turn my outsides in, and reverse this chaotic wheel i ride. spin, spin, nips. i dreampt of her healing by my hand:
fingers run cross her scalp, reaching back to just between her shoulder's blades, i pull the arrow out.
the arrow, sunken within a web of scars, to touch her there, all the knots of knowing twisted against the arrow’s point.
how many nots must i sit with, before i know an iz? know an iz within the knowing of flesh against flesh, trust against trust, angst against angst, being without being… how am i to gain this, this ardor, absent and uncoming?
she said, ‘let’s go get sweaty.’ oh, if only we had. i wished so to dance within her arms, yet so quaky did i feel when it came possible. i understand so little of using my powers. master, how could you leave me here all alone? these humans are so selfconsumed, and those of my kind are bewildered by the reflected shines of your fading light. she is elvin, i am elvin, why can i not embrace her there? it is without the meaning of answers that i ask. so tell me, oh silent master, tell me of your illing plan. what am i supposed to do with this rusting toolbox, and an army of none? i ask it, upon the ethers, i ask it please. come unto me companionship, and the placement of lip upon lip, vow upon vow, love unto love as fires are kindled by past sparks renewed --> fly arrows fly! burst your tip from out my breast and back-leap upon the heavens for ever more. twisting and turning away from this blue mudball --->-->-> to explode. boom. such a flowerbomb shall i believe. and such, of such a flowerbomb, shall i then be releaved.
and to think that i used to 'just wanna get laid.' such a stand ain't easy in this drunkin' stumble toward nirvana.
oh, DEAR AUDiENCE, redeam thyself.
just make sure to do it within 90 days of purchase, and don't forget your receipt, the UPC code and a bounp of flesh.
okay, now i'm gettiing silli.
so ends this freerant.
bless and love you for reading this far. does it make anysenseatall?
how can i tell of what i do not know. what i do not know i can return, in kind for kindness, it is my vow. to baste in her fluids would cook me raw once more. turn my outsides in, and reverse this chaotic wheel i ride. spin, spin, nips. i dreampt of her healing by my hand:
fingers run cross her scalp, reaching back to just between her shoulder's blades, i pull the arrow out.
the arrow, sunken within a web of scars, to touch her there, all the knots of knowing twisted against the arrow’s point.
how many nots must i sit with, before i know an iz? know an iz within the knowing of flesh against flesh, trust against trust, angst against angst, being without being… how am i to gain this, this ardor, absent and uncoming?
she said, ‘let’s go get sweaty.’ oh, if only we had. i wished so to dance within her arms, yet so quaky did i feel when it came possible. i understand so little of using my powers. master, how could you leave me here all alone? these humans are so selfconsumed, and those of my kind are bewildered by the reflected shines of your fading light. she is elvin, i am elvin, why can i not embrace her there? it is without the meaning of answers that i ask. so tell me, oh silent master, tell me of your illing plan. what am i supposed to do with this rusting toolbox, and an army of none? i ask it, upon the ethers, i ask it please. come unto me companionship, and the placement of lip upon lip, vow upon vow, love unto love as fires are kindled by past sparks renewed --> fly arrows fly! burst your tip from out my breast and back-leap upon the heavens for ever more. twisting and turning away from this blue mudball --->-->-> to explode. boom. such a flowerbomb shall i believe. and such, of such a flowerbomb, shall i then be releaved.
and to think that i used to 'just wanna get laid.' such a stand ain't easy in this drunkin' stumble toward nirvana.
oh, DEAR AUDiENCE, redeam thyself.
just make sure to do it within 90 days of purchase, and don't forget your receipt, the UPC code and a bounp of flesh.
okay, now i'm gettiing silli.
so ends this freerant.
bless and love you for reading this far. does it make anysenseatall?
posted by iTWiTiS | 3:46:00 PM
6 Comments:
I fear I can only add to the rust of your toolbox, rain clouds are gathering, *sproing* go my heart-strings.
willing...drunk sick of your lips
light dry friendly kisses and it's raining...
i want your lips
your tongue and breath hot on mine
i want wet lips and my nipples in your hand.
slick down at the bar tries to cop a feel
like a batter stepping to the plate
i crack him hard, my mouth shaping words
to a beat.
so many men
trying to make a move. except you.
you just smile and tell me stories
like so many years ago when it was me.
when i kissed you then made you walk home
cold and alone in a storm
and the only thing to wet your lips that night
was whatever fell from the sky.
my tummy shutters.
i faint from such alluring pissibilities. the drama that is me twists against the winds of heated heather; such a maybe i might wander within forevermore. the glint of circumstance. the etch of hope.
tell it straight? how might i ink out meaning from this quaking quiver of sand and rubble i walk. surrender the need, flee with me there. fly, flap, and foretell. sink deep within the might of knowing. stretch hand out to hand withdrawn... so many mights battle so many maybes... where fore art thy heart? is it not already tied twice heady and bound there by promise and duty? so goes the questioning. so reaps the meaning.
sighs wrapped in sighs. shining sighs and soliloquies. so serene so bittersweet my sins... i could give but a bit, a morsel, a speck. but oh so little and, unsatisfied, you would be hungry again too soon.
but I hunger too. alone in my bed while he sleeps next to me. i hunger for touch. i hunger for passion. the lonliness stretches. the nights become weeks, weeks become months, months become years.
and yet he is my foundation and everything would crumble without him. i have too much to loose. it seems i must have it one way or the other but i can not have both. except by spurious endeavor.
how could you be content with that? i think you are worth more and it would be cruel of me to claim otherwise.
and yet.. and yet..
perhaps.
i am too cruel after all.
echoegami = Cruela D. Ville . nanny, nanny, booboo.
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