themagpiepoet

I danced with you upon hard floors, clicking my heels at the same time as yours, copying you relentlessly - the way you wanted me to. You hinted at certain steps and I acted them out obligingly. I know nothing of dance but I know the rhythm of blood - beat, beat, beat, thud, thud, thud. Mine was faster than speed whilst yours bled out slow lethargy, swallowing my red-heart noises and clumsy steps with tongue and throat. I ingested instructions and spat out conformity with wide, wide eyes. I swirled my legs through oxygen and too much carbon just like you did - gaining education in the art of imitation. Sunlight streamed into and my open space

Prophecies have sunk into my bones Enriching the thick marrow with foresight, They undulate -  my deliciously flawed drones And we are beings together through the blight. As they ravage our souls to rich rags We suffer as one in the depths of night. Acned with stars, the hot sky drags Devouring the eyes of God with the death of her soul.

Birds converge In a mess of blood and feathers Amidst the vapour Thick red clouds In symmetry they clash, Crash in the ground.

Should you allow me access to your depths I'll tend to the dark tendrils of your mind, Should you give me a key to your vaults I'll scrub the dank blackness to shine. Let me burrow, let me bathe in malicious waters, The violence, the terror, the urges to hurt; Let me love them, let me encourage them, They'll merge with mine - turbulent oceans. This cage of immoral flesh pulsates within me; I flicker, I writhe, I dissolve in our impulses. Hedonistic; we are safe to indulge in vitriol, Lips suckle at the beauty of our flaws.

Inside this mound of flesh I am small; a body of atoms Rocking together in chaos Theory of blood, of matter. What's your hypothesis? Where's the fact in your page of assumptions? The theory of me; many faces Constant change. I am your protagonist. Where is the verse in adversity? I am the voice of the void protected by men of many faces, Protectress of none.

Inside you is where I will be. Within your pliable mind. Throughout you, my fingers explore each corner, each crevice of your being. I'll stroke you, burn you, gag you, restrain you Until I find the jewel - the hard facts of you. My tongue presses into the flesh of your soul, the sugar coating melts; I've set you free, free from oppression Free to be. Free to act on your darkest fantasies. 14th February 2012

Does this frost extend between my legs, or am I undisturbed by human flesh? I am supposed to lust for the good of humanity but I am too cold. Heart and brain. Frozen.

Snow fall in February Post-valentine's chill We are cold as we sit Curled. Thinking. Fingers crunch, Lips chap together Clapping in warm breath, The inner warmth Of our future Presses, waiting for the birth.