Monthly Archives: July 2011

heat

touch me 

feed me

hold my skin against yours

pursed lips against the black shadows of my eye

blank stares, soft stares locked eyes

face panned down, chin to chin, scraped smile

sultry grin

heart full of heat

wrapped, entwined, bound…


lovers light

grab me by the earth and pull her down

where her roots lie

soiled to the core

orange dusty gold

where only touch can be felt

in the simmering heat

paws wafting in their scent

you make me feel like red flames

foraging my essence

burning my being

soft wounds of light

starving affection spent over my body

leaving with soft spiraling lips


pocket full of flesh

Don’t bind me and cut me and forage me down

I am not a tree to be cut down by your venomous axe

you want to purge me and rid me climb me and conquer me.

My vines will eat you

Trap you

Suppress you

Power is not what you posses

Just as you are you will remain

A pocket full of Flesh

Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood