I Know My Words Bruised

The words bruised

Squeezing their interrogation

And their love suffocated

Fixated and fused…

This needless ablation

That they both hated

Their pain was Edible

As they feasted to the bone

Gnashing, snarling, gnawing

Until another bite became unbearable

And they both began to writhe and moan

Each fearing the other was withdrawing

Tears traced the horrible possibilities

Of one without the other

Of their forever becoming their never

Until their hearts had enough and slammed together

Exposing their fallibilities

Revealing their forgotten bond to one another

That nothing and no one could ever sever:

They were life partners that shared the same cardiac tether

One simply could not live without the other

via Daily Prompt: Edible

You’re my Jailer

I’ll make your fly, the perfect fit

Lithe and tight…

Feel my sharp needle make the stitch

Look into its eye…

 

I smoothed out our pattern

Measured once, cut twice

Needing stronger threads to bind

Now I’m holding the tape of the Tailor

 

Wear me beast, a skin to skin outfit

All that makeup we do, fighting to fuck, fucking to fight…

Passion isn’t fashion without our desperation and itch

Those needs, we both have that make you scratch at my thigh…

 

Distance is what is making our bodies burn

Orange and purple flames, smoldering lust and spice

Engulfed in our hot love we are both blind

Reaching, grasping, holding…we are one another’s jailer

via Daily Prompt: Tailor

Stretched and Snapped

A cyclone had been silently brewing

Spinning and stretching

Until it finally snapped

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I was a perfect (w)hole

But now my insides have come out

And I’m pouring into my panties

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Now, every day is a new multiple choice test

That makes us both Grit our teef

Because I keep circling the wrong answer

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No, you! No, you!

Do you? Do you?

Will you? Will you?

No. No.

Yes. Yes.

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Just hold me Daddy, scoop my parts

Let the melting of our joined hearts

And the alchemy we’ve sparked

Bind us together stronger than ever before

I love you Daddy, and it is unconditional.

A Worm To Fill My Hole

I wish I could fuck like you

The thought innervates

And I’ll never be the same

 

Stuck in the middle gear

Imprisoned arousal without parole

I am unable to unleash

 

I wish I were like you

The thought bifurcates

And I’ll never be the same

 

Tangled thoughts Jangle in my ear:

Where’s my worm? I need you to fill my hole…

Without you I’m just broken vinyl turning out pastiche…

via Daily Prompt: Jangle

Worth The Fight

Without warning
A faultless shakedown
You’ve taken it all…
Stolen from my chest
The breath in my lungs

You break me open every morning
Memories that haunt my ghost town
That hole in the earth where I fall…
A floating feather dropped from your nest
I slip off jacob’s rungs

Breathing in lucifer’s intoxicating heat
Slowing my heart’s beat…
Purgatory of the wrong and the right
Our love will always be worth the fight

If You Decided To Go

 If you decided to go.

I just realised I’m alone.

I have nothing.

Not even the pleasure of fucking.

My heart would be hollow.

Echoes of sorrow.

My life meaningless beyond existence.

Death could take it without too much resistance.

If you decided to go.

I’d die from heartbreak I know.