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It’s hot in here and your skin tastes like metal

(Is that blood?)

I am blade to your flesh

That which bleeds the sin from you

Your tears

Are the salt I rub in your wounds

And your pain

Is my new obsession

I will swallow it whole

I have been laying in bed for an hour now
Thinking of you,
My lips moist with the thought of you,
Salty sweet memories linger on my tongue,
Reminiscing about where I’ve been
And what I’ve done
The curves and corners I meditated over.
I could turn sex with you
Into a private religion
And I would be your most devout practitioner,
Constructing orgasmic temples
On all your holy parts.

this is the kind of sex
that makes calculus
____make sense
because you can find the derivative
____________________of desire
plotted in the fractions
__________of flesh curves
as you study the tangents
___________your tongue didn’t have time to take
save the details for later
because
this is the kind of sex
that won’t be done in one session

~free audio recording of this poem~
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“Fuck me.” She says
And all the reasons you shouldn’t be here are gone
Lost
Blown away by that warm breath against your neck
Melted on that sliver of moisture on her top lip
Lost

“Fuck me.” She says
And her eyes dare you to deny this desire, it burns
Hot
You came here to end this, to stop, pull out, surrender
But you always underestimated the skin of her close and
Hot

“Fuck me.” She says
And your gut clenches as you try and step back, escape,
Run
She is too young, you are too old, you have family,
Responsibility, this is wrong, indecent, leave, now
Run

“Fuck me.” She says
And she slips off that cotton dress, it floats to the ground
Soft
Her hands reach and there is no where left for you to run
She steps closer, pressing her body against yours
Soft

“Fuck me.” She says
And reaching up she runs her tongue across your lips
Wet
She pulls your trembling hands towards her center
Pressing your fingers up and in that hungry cunt
Wet

“Fuck me.” She says
And your succubus bitch lover knows your answer
Yes
Even before you speak it she can feel it in your pulse
In that throb of your cock pressed hard against her thigh
Yes

“Fuck me now.” She says
And you do.

~free audio recording of this poem~
***(I wrote this piece a couple of years ago while I was reading The Secret Life of Salvador Dali)

I will be your Dullita

Sift like smoke through the bolted doors of your subconscious
You won’t even know I’m there
Till you feel my cool fingers creeping over your thoughts
When you think your mind is wondering in nothingness
A silver caress to shine through your dull and quiet moments

Soon your reveries will be swallowed whole by my silken silhouette
You will ache for the knowledge
That will paint my features on those shadows
Forget that there was a time when you did not need to know me

You will search for me in every dimly lit doorway
Every phantom will stop your heart
Until you turn and find it not me
Then your heart will beg not to start again

Your need to know me will be a smooth and solid gold weight
Pressing down at the center of your chest
Suffocating you in its brilliant and heavy beauty
But that suffocation will be divine
Because you will not want to breathe again until you know me

And when you finally find me
You will realize that the jewels of anguish you had been hoarding are worthless
That there is nothing more radiantly painful
Than realizing that reality is infinitely more exquisite than what you dreamt

In that light my silhouette will melt into curves you can learn.
And you discover new shadows in sublime crevices
Dip your tongue into pools of shaded beauty
Praying that destiny would have you drown here

You drink yourself full with knowledge of me
And intoxicated allow that part of you that threads your flesh
Into harmony with the universe to unravel at my feet

When I am gone loneliness perverts the passage of time
As you attempt to dull the ache of moments
Stretched and strained beyond tolerance

You pick up the brush
Stare at the canvas
Carefully spill paint onto your palette
And will yourself to create
Create some magic, some miracle
Some small moment in time where you can hide
And not have to feel your flesh burn with the need for my touch
Your fingers tremble to glide down the sweat-wet skin of my back

You put down the brush
Stare at the canvas
Porous white expanding and engulfing you
The blank sphere of your existence without me
And you will hate me

And when you see me again, a cool dusk moonbeam radiating into your space
Your eyes shadowed crevices from lack of sleep
You will know then that you must destroy me
So you pull me to you tightly, crushing me in an embrace
That is more dangerous than need yet more desperate than hate

Your fingers will mold bruises into my back
And your kiss will be like a moonless night,
Powerful and suffocating
We will collapse to floor
You will feel my breath slow to stillness beneath your grasp

You will feel also the lingering tenderness of my embrace
As my fingers play on your spine
And you will cry

I will be your Dullita

And you will know me.

I met him in a smoky bar room
Hunched in shadows
Hiding from the world
I slipped into that space he had left
Between him and all he desires
Blew the smoke from his eyes
And said:

Take my hand
You will dance with me tonight pretty one
Fall into my rhythm
I will teach your body to move
To feel that universe pulse within your chest
There are worlds of passion beneath your skin
I will strip you down
Remake you in pinks and pastels
Sheer nylon to caress your virgin legs
Smooth satin on hard taut flesh
Don’t you realize pretty one?
You were always mine
You just didn’t know it

This is your studio
And I stand naked at the center
Waiting for you to make me your masterpiece

This is charcoal dust on your fingertips
And I am your parchment
As you sketch dream circles around my navel

This is magenta on your brush
And I am your canvas
As you paint passion on my skin

This is your chisel
And I shape as you sculpt me

These are your pliers
And I curve as you bend me

These are your hands
And I yield as you mold me

I am reborn in your palms
Young and sweet
Ready for you to consume me

When you lift me to your mouth
I am soft fruit bursting between your teeth
Liquid music on your tongue

When you reach my core
It is opaque and pristine
A smooth milky lacquer

This is my pearl
My jewel of desire
My cool
That becomes hot
With your touch

this is hard love
raw love
love that cuts you
and leaves you drowning in your own blood

but this love comes back
cleans you off
holds you close
and smiles as you beg to hurt one more time

“Come now, let us revel together”
she says
“Though your sins be as white as snow;
they shall be like scarlet,
though they are wool
they shall be red as crimson.”