Sentimental FetishThe blood tastes of pure ecstasySentimental Fetish2 days ago in Free Verse
Which seemed to align
In my mind
Which made heaven for me
She found the quickest way to my heart
From a much lower place
My lips they did part
And she had her way
And dug into my heart, cold, hollow, and dark
From my mouth she stole my screams
From my body stole my needs
She took with her my heart it seems
I still feel the heat leaving
Because my soul still begs to feed
On her chemistry
Her pure ecstasy
The heaven she brings
Her blood I'm still missing
Her love.... Please
TragedianA dancing light in throes of deathTragedian1 day ago in Free Verse
Dissolving with-in-finite space
As all the organisms clamor here
Stare long into abyss eager awe.
Desperate wonder facing relativity
Of time and matter,
Perception vainly grasps
Absurdity of natural law.
Apollo is to Dionysus
Clean, intoxication, crisis,
As to love, and life and death
Conceive of life and fall in love
And then prepare to die.
Tragedian beyond persuasion
Fixed, cold, concrete calculation
Never mind intuitation...
Cause' it is not a word.
So harbor what you feel harder
You are means unto an end,
I am means unto an end,
Those we love are means unto and end.
As such we are alone.