My Beautiful Meadow

The epiphany of you

Inside the shelter of me

Feeling around in our dark

Trying to be quiet…

But we can’t stop our sound

You have the tongue

And you hold the power

I pull up my pants…

And my passion becomes crushed

You pull them down…

And set me free

Delving into the depths of our mutual Gratitude

Our bond, our wed-lock

I am the meaning

You are the home

And it is so very, very sweet

via Daily Prompt: Gratitude

Restart

Purge me, beat me,

Rip out my sin.

Drag it forth through tears,

Pouring from within.

Tie me, bind me,

Batter out my confession.

Offer absolution,

For every indiscretion.

Hurt me, sting me,

Replace the emptiness inside.

Give me reason,

For this purposeless life.

Fill me, fuck me,

Lift up my black heart.

Rebuild me in your image,

Through pain hit restart.

Away from prying eyes

In a place isolated,

We’ll go to play.

We’ll take ropes,

And food for days.

Water to sustain,

Our time in the wilds.

Cos we’ll be far out,

Gone for miles.

There we can be,

All we need you see.

There we can scream,

And be you and me.

No one will hear,

Our pleas for more.

None will disturb,

Our perverted chores.

I want to get wild,

And run with you.

I want to fuck,

Like the beasts do.

I want a fight,

To take you down.

I want to win,

The cunt I’ll pound.

I’ll tie you,

Over a fallen tree.

I’ll pull out my belt,

Through loops of jeans.

And there away,

From prying eyes.

I’ll go to town,

On soft arse and thighs.

You’ll glow red,

Like embers burn.

You’ll feel the heat,

Of lessons learnt.

But as I release you,

You’ll hold me tight.

For I’ll protect you,

From the dark in the night.

I’ll bathe you in love,

I’ll wipe fear from your eyes ,

And there in peace,

We’ll watch the sun rise.

Buckshot Has A Voice

Your words…

Are your weapons of choice

Who knew buckshot had a voice…

You’ve made sure the shrapnel is deeply buried

A cellular pain that must be carried

How much more can I take…

Before I bend so far, I snap and break?

I’m out of my head tonight

I’ve conceded the fight

But the question’s remain

In my mind, they are a permanent stain

The what if’s?

The how’s?

The when’s?

The where’s?

Impossibility has punctured my tranquility

It’s needling need…a junkie’s disability

My heart-burns with destructive despair

And no amount of antacid

Can clean it’s toxic air

Right now, nothing is placid

A Cup With No Lid

How can a thumb crush?

Pressing mine against the window

I’m looking at the world on the other side

It’s making me so cold in the middle…

My eyes close on a deep breath

As my thumb depresses the up

My spirit is in such a shaking rush…

I’m standing on one leg like a pink flamingo

So pretty to look at…even though I’m nibbling at my hide

I wanna get high and lost, and that’s not a riddle

A light shone down yesterday, it was a little death

I tried to catch it, but I didn’t have a lid on my cup

Pain

If I could take your pain I would.

I wish my love I could.

To think of you hurting so.

Saddens me, pulls me low. 

I wish upon all the stars.

That you my love know no harm.

That if someone, pain must see.

That it overlooks you and comes for me.

If I could take your pain I would.

I’d bare it for you if I could.