Flesh

Reg­u­lar Programming?

Sigh. I miss writ­ing.

I used to be good at it, really I did. Writ­ing used to be an escape into a warm, emo­tional womb that recharged me and made me a bet­ter man. And now, even writ­ing these para­graphs feels like pulling teeth.

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I Touched an Angel Last Night

“The only thing I fear is numb­ness,” she said. “Force me. Take me. I need a demon tonight.”

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I Will Cut Your Wings Loose

I will cut your wings loose. And you will teach me to love.

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In Response to “You Asked…”

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem You Asked…

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This Sadist’s Needs

I need some­one who sur­prises me with her own strong needs and draws me closer and deeper into her own darkness.

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In Her Love

In his hunt for sal­va­tion, he found his deliv­er­ance in her love.

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Crim­son Droplet

taut flesh open­ing; a sin­gle crim­son droplet falls onto my tongue

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Poet­ess

I take her while her words keep rain­ing on me, burn­ing my skin like Holy water.

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How Can I Explain?

One day you will under­stand my need to pos­sess you, to sac­ri­fice your body on the altar of my desire, to dive into your soul and never emerge.

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