oh you.
sunlight, oh you, bastard child
of night and moon, mothers womb.
fingers that snake through venetian
blinds on flesh, slowly creeping
coiling and resting on cracked lips,
a golden snake, venom bitten.
our bodies, the way they fit,
slowly bending. your hands on
my hips, my hills, wanting and
diving into china cup dips.
my tongue finds yours,
ravashing the soft pink tissue
(stuffed and full, saliva dripping)
rabid dogs, our teeth are
grasping flesh and gripping.
you, oh you, sweat-slicked boy
with eyes of brown shining
and light-licked. those hands,
spider-thin that chase down
my secret spaces. oh hot emotion,
trickling down the back of
my throat, fingers on bedsheets,
jerking and grasping.
your lips leave me in the corner,
coiled and gasping.
that’s beautiful. did you write it yourself?
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I really liked this. It was really raw and honest. You’re inspiring and a beautiful writer. <3
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i told you you didn’t lose your words.thank you,i hope my trip is safe too.take care.xxx
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this is so. brutal. raw. I was not expecting it, and it is all the much better for that. your words are spectacular. ((Noelle))
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This for me then? Heh. Don’t worry. I’m only kidding. Though I do think I’d like to work with you.
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(sighs) I miss thits.
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I like it. I really, really like it! x
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i love that you always make me feel so much.and ryn; i’m glad me being happy makes you happy.i called him last night from after prom and talked to him for four hours.(he kept me safe more than their dumb games would have.)laura
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oh wow.xx.
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f-ing amazing!
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re: when did you send it? i dont think i got it. i apologize. i miss yours as well. ;;
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I knew it hadn’t left.it’s wonderful.xo
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i love the poem, i used to know that feeling.
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you are backwith a vengeanceex-oh
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interesting images in the opening stanza. sex as a vestage of anthropomorphism. “you, oh you, sweat-slicked boy” there is something hiding in this poem. also, your old diary title snow on her lips. was that a heiner müller reference?
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you describe everything so well,i wish i had the same way with words.xxx
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it seems your inspiration has come back.i love this ;;
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amazing. just a m a z i n g. xx
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Thankyou for the note Kim, its been a long time hasn’t it? Anyway, wherever you are and whatever you are doing, i hope that you are happy and well. Take care and i’ll speak to you again soon maybe.
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You gonna give us some more, love?
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You need to write more often, you’re one of the only people who can do this ((whatever *this* is)) to me.
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just, powerful.
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ryn: hehehehe i laughed a lot when i read that. oh the embarrassment of things we do when we’re drunk. when i got really drunk like 2 days before my 18th. the boy i cant stop thinking about (the one with a gf damn her) he had to like carry me out of a club and put me in a taxi cos my girl best mate that was with me couldnt! ha how embarrassing *hangs head in shame* thankyou for your note
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<33
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(throws a brick at your head)
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wow. just wow. xx
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this is amazing. WOW—-is all i can say.
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oh kimmy. i miss you so.i think i’ll have to send another mix your way.i listen to yours all the time. still a favorite.xo,
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so sensuous…
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Ah. Quite a style you have there.
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