shoot me/love me/dazzle me
drink me down like gin—
let me in
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i want to know you
absorb you into iniquity
ravish you in lantered moons
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i will pinprick my way into your heart
track up and down your veins
until i flood your arteries
and you can not gasp for air without breathing my name
would you take my breaking bits,
the half-healed scars and open wounds,
the tears, the fears, the shattered years,
the pulsing ache of hearts in swoon?
give me some time, i'll clear the line
and pass it deeply sunk in wine;
the best of me is still no good-
will you stay? i wish you would
stitch me up the best you can;
it takes a special sort of man
and if you think that i'm the one,
follow me if i should run.
Oh Daddy Daddy I hate you so
You let yourself go and you took my soul
And as much as I ache for that yawning black
I'm too afraid of not coming back.
Mon Dieu Daddy (pardon my French)
But I am so damn sick of this useless fence;
I am forever trapped in the wrong damn place
And I can't get away-there's too much to face.
Too many lies and too many sighs
Too much pain, too much of the same
Day after day until you are grey
And a little girl dies from missing you.
These are the wastrel years of waxing ways
Which we squander, ravish and neglect.
We are young. In a decade we'll regret
This wasted hollow, these swallowed-up days.
For now, we are reckless. We burn and sway
In sparks, unaware of the flame. Not yet,
Not yet, have we learned to cherish each breath,
To accept that one day we will decay.
Oh do you see, will you see, can you see?
A lifetime is but a flickering flash--
You and I will perish in the moon's spurn,
Mourn the loves and dreams that will never be
As we dissolve into anguishing ash.
From dust we are wrought; to dust we'll return.
The beautiful fools sashay in and out,
Wilting flowers before their first blossom,
Rouging their petals, powdering their stems,
Spiraling across the floor, their snares set:
Oh, it's all a mad and merry caper,
To see which will be first to the altar.
They'll trade youth and love for security
As they race to the death on crippled toes.
I will give you a string of beads for your heart,
Wrap it around your pretty white neck
Drain you of love and burn what is left;
I am not weak: I'll never forget
The stilted crouch of your tobaccoed breath
The dream-laden apathy your ancestors bred
The c'est la vie for those left for dead.
We could have risen in honey-filled cloaks
But the whirlwind of gold sweetly chokes:
Delicately I gnash the chaff from the wheat,
Uncross my eyes and go back to sleep.
We s t r e t c h in the unsustainable wreck
Of buttered time, folded and molded and rounded
Into balls of breaking antiquity--
Our souls were poured into crystal cups
Of liquid spontaneity
Gathered from a cradle of trees after the rain:
I shan't try to explain (shall not, will not, can not)
Because you are a leach in my brain
And you siphon the brightest parts of me
And chew them up and spit them out
And die die die die die die die die die die die
die die die die die die die die die di
Love Me Loquaciously by tina-go-lightly, literature
Literature
Love Me Loquaciously
Love me loquaciously:
Seduce me in the spill of words,
In the erudite glimmer
Of gleaned vowels
And parsed pronouns.
Give me syllables
That taste of springtime and persimmon.
Drizzle my tongue
With leaping verbs and arching adjectives.
I ache to be kissed by a mouth
Which whispers love in cadence,
In the sensual rise and fall of poets,
Which twists metaphors around my skin
Like winding sheets.
I want a heart that beats
The pitter-patter of perfect meter
That sweetly slips
Past tactile symmetry
And rises cerebrally.
I cannot hold you fast enough
To stopper death, to save your breath.
Time marches on in lonely years
Ravaged by contrasting schedules
And the rise of adult lives
And the procrastination of reckless youth
Convinced of immortality.
Those of us left on this side of life
Are stifled by regret
By could-have-beens which should have been
By memories fading faster by the second
By things we never shared.
You were the one who dared,
Who flew above the clouds
And now you are far beyond these mortal skies:
I do not want to say goodbye.
Here, the pendulous totem of morning
Lies gracefully in my upturned palms, cupped
Together to hold sweetly brimming joy.
The blessed dewfall consecrates my fingers
Too soft to kill and yet too rough to pray
As I lay down in fields of grass and breathe.
Here is my lover, my child, my friend,
This breeze of life which spins around my head
And makes me laugh and makes me weep. I sleep
Contented in the spurn of reckless men
And take the earth into my heart and lungs
And want for nothing in the kiss of stars.