A Little Death

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Maldoror
Maldoror
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Your eyes flutter open.
The darkness clears a little like
A glowworm in a cave.

I come.

Your confusion and fear cloaks
Your nakedness like Indian fabric.
You plead in runes, hurl hieroglyphics
To no avail. I slough them off
Like so much dead skin.

With a crooked finger I touch your center.
I smell the arousal of religious fervor;
A thing of past and present arises in you.
I brush aside your quills, and prepare.
You hear the whispers of a snow owl in flight
And struggle. Your skin, tan like
An old photograph, rises in the
Herculean effort.
The knots impress their strength into your wrists.

Like Pompeii, you were mine the minute you drew breath, when your
Eyes met mine and your nipples grew
Under your shirt, lifted in tandem by
The illusions of life and sustenance.
Two moons falling toward eternal darkness,
The embrace of time and gravity itself.
Only this is true in all things.

You hurtle denial at me, blunt razors of lies and self denials.
I do not tear or rend.

A frank touch, a hidden caress between conscious moments
Enter your juxtaposed thoughts.
Axioms tremble.
I hold strong.
(Do you?)

I lean in close.
You smell vine ripened tomatoes and engorged earthworms.
You cannot hold fast.
I shiver as your struggle decays to my meat.

Thump thump thump thump your heart calls
To me in a language millions of years old.
A feather white like nothingness travels up
Your thigh. Amber and crimson flash their
Brief existence in your eyes. (Like walls
That held in Hiroshima, I dance out of your range of vision.)

I am attracted to the heat between your legs.
Moths burn in streetlights.
I pull the link. You gasp as
Your legs open. Your identity
Cannot resist mathematical precision nor the
Passion that festers between your cells.

My cock leans at your opening
Like driftwood propped on the wet sand.
It digs its way in with each nudge from the
Salty water.

Vertigo.
You look up as clouds orbit you in
A perfect circle until all rushes away.
Object take on a red tinge as the corners.
My thing (it is a thing, an abstraction like a
Perfect rectangle) enters you like a concept.

Your clit engorges. I prime it with philosophy,
With peyote from Coyote and the Raven. With words like
Immortality, Eternity, and Soul.

You take the bait and surrender to it all.
Your proud nipples like to be licked with
Abandon. My mouth murmurs secrets to
Your neck. Your tongue tastes my arousal
In the air.

The stars turn yellow and shrink.
The world fold towards the horizon.
Like a storm I am relentless.
Your binds hold strong, made by the
Fates themselves.

Your body convulses. Comprehension quakes you as your reptilian brain
Accepts the inevitable.
You always were tied to me, one way or another.
The rope just shrunk a little, with every step.

Maldoror
Maldoror
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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
ALL THE BONDS BETWEEN TWO

keeping the relationship close. TK U MLJ LV NV

annaswirlsannaswirlsover 19 years ago
I keep trying your name wrong

Maldoror-

you spin this poem with rich, unique, phrasing, thoughtful, careful metaphor-- some pieces were bordering genius, you spin this poem also with sex education descriptions of what cock is doing where clit is now and it took so much of the poem from me, I am not afraid of cock or clit, but if you took out or worked on some of the more geographical biological aspects of thie poem, it would be even more erotic.

in my humble opinion--

:)

~a

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