obsession

Absorption

There was, a certain art to it
The flick of your tongue, lips mouthing words
As you sentenced her to love

One cruel curl of a smirk
A dot of the I, on the notes
That she kept close by

The perfectly measured beat
Of her heart against your breath
While she held hers

Waiting for the whole world to turn.

There was a certain skill, in it all
Giving just enough – yet taking
Taking her life for your own

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A Weekly Ritual

One, two, three, four,
Don’t forget to lock the door
Five, six, seven, eight
Come on now we’re running late
One, two, three, four,
Change of shoes, her feet are sore
Five, six, seven, eight
I jangle keys, as though they’re bait
One, two, three, four
Clearing leaves from the floor
Five, six, seven, eight
Almost got her to the gate
One, two, three, four
Just go back and check once more
Five, six, seven, eight
Make a phone call while I wait
One, two, three, DOOR
Five, six, seven, LATE

NaPoWriMo -Say what scares you

Words left unsaid

Sometimes I feel I would eat you alive
Merge my face into your supple chest
and blend our bodies together.
To peel off your skin
make you into a coat
So I can wear you all day
Entwine limbs and lungs,
solder lips and tongues.
Press my bones against yours
until the imprint is visible
for all to see,
to show you just
how deeply I am into you

 

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Poetry 101 Rehab: Couldn’t

Couldn’t Forget You

If I had never saw you
In that particular way
It would not have been hard
To forget you

If I had never held your gaze
For more than a minute
Never followed the train
Of your thought
Chasing the conversation
Between midnight and noon

I should never have allowed
My fleeting thoughts
to drift
Into your space
Echoing your voice
Picturing your face
Crossing the boundaries
into fields of dreams
over thinking actions
thrown away by you
Scooped up by me

I should have ignored you
But I wouldn’t

Wouldn’t wake in the morning
Without thinking of you
Would not let a night pass
Until your words confirmed
Unable to sleep
if you were out of reach

I should have forgotten you

But I couldn’t

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Upper obsession

There was a name for it

How she felt

Constantly

Consistently

A dissolute desire to have them

A wanton longing

Craving

Begging for just a stroke

The soft leather under her skin

Hugging her soul like no other

Some days she liked to feel their tongues

Pressed hard against her

Bound by black lace

Holding her firm

Other days she would slip

into something more comfortable

Allow them to caress her arches

And offer her release from daily constraints

At night she still returns to her sweet captor

Though fully aware of the agony ahead

There is little resistance

Fingering the erect velvet outline

As her body wriggles into position

She winces at the first bite

Yet accepts the pleasure with the pain

Maybe tomorrow she will have regrets

But tonight she will paint the floor red

With her heels