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‘Oh, these lapping waves’ she moans
As they slowly rise up to our shoulders
They seem to be crawling up higher
With each passing year that we grow older
At the mercy of the ocean
But all I can feel is her hands on my face
Now even Poseidon himself
Could not unlock such a passionate embrace
‘Oh, these lapping waves’ I groan
They have left our lustful limbs enshrined
Preserving this love that we make
In the seawater’s oceanic brine
At the mercy of the ocean
I caress her body for the secrets she keeps
I’ll find her pearl on the seabed
As I am not afraid at all to swim deep
‘Oh, these lapping waves’ we moan
A blanket of blue in a turbulent sea
I hear her whisper as I tremble
‘My love, please do not fear our destiny’
At the mercy of those calming words
As she quells my smouldering apprehension
Even Neptune lowers his trident
As we gently ripple towards fate's ascension
As they slowly rise up to our shoulders
They seem to be crawling up higher
With each passing year that we grow older
At the mercy of the ocean
But all I can feel is her hands on my face
Now even Poseidon himself
Could not unlock such a passionate embrace
‘Oh, these lapping waves’ I groan
They have left our lustful limbs enshrined
Preserving this love that we make
In the seawater’s oceanic brine
At the mercy of the ocean
I caress her body for the secrets she keeps
I’ll find her pearl on the seabed
As I am not afraid at all to swim deep
‘Oh, these lapping waves’ we moan
A blanket of blue in a turbulent sea
I hear her whisper as I tremble
‘My love, please do not fear our destiny’
At the mercy of those calming words
As she quells my smouldering apprehension
Even Neptune lowers his trident
As we gently ripple towards fate's ascension
Literature
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i fade with
stilted shots, the audience
waits for me. choking. oh god
how could this happen
with my throat
twisted up
and my head bound tight
in ropes i'm not sure i want to
untie? snap my brittle
wrists. i'm losing again,
numbers scaling down to a
place i should not be.
a parasite is swallowing
my energy. tests are negative.
i breathe.
--
just as i drift
into
pale, fading sleep,
his fingernails
claw through
the
material of
my skull.
i don't know who he is but i remember
the wooden floor beneath me
the length of my hair
catching under my back
as i struggle
and
how it felt when he
left me on the floor,
limp
tear stre
Literature
Four Years Later
Give me a moment to collect my thoughts,
and by a moment I mean four years.
My life has been all sub-plots
peppered with petty dramas and tears.
Although the weeks barely creaked by on time
I don't think I had a minute to rest.
Some days I remember as sublime
but the others were just a fight to be best.
I swear I thought of you on occasion
and wished we could talk like we used to -
with words full of art and persuasion.
A moment. Four years. But that much is true.
Literature
Bruises you Bestow
I've drank my weight in wine,
Blood red and staining my lips.
Your flesh was mine to dine.
Mouth on mine as my digit dips.
The heavy heat and hot breath,
The weight of a palm on my neck.
You're my nicotine and my meth,
And I'm there to worship and wreck.
You said, "You're body is but a vessel,
A vessel to the soul that I so adore."
The words made me slick and swell,
But my pride was bruised and sore.
Then I wake and you're long gone,
With your signature lines on my back.
The sheets were ruffled and drawn,
And the door opened just a crack.
The sheep beneath the wolf, he said,
How do you degrade my dignity so.
Gone from a king to a slut in
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You are creating so much turmoil in my head, my soul can not say what the difference between lust, desire and love is.
Depending on the circumstances, they can only be separated when a
single night is enough.
Depending on the circumstances, they can only be separated when a
single night is enough.