Poems In Progress, Stream of Conscious (SOC)

freewrite: power struggle

Sometimes, it breathes in me, barely concealed disconnection from the body, expanding with my inhales, blatantly tempting other with each release word written wasted, every feeling hardly harnessed proof of both my hell and of humanity How must I explain the ineffable experience of my own unbridled power, the intrinsic order of human limitlessness? …and the opposite,… Continue reading freewrite: power struggle

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We are lying here like virgins,

who will close the distance between us? Everything we say is small talk when you think what we’ll be doing after words… My lips have made their way to yours and we are siphoning your secrets with acute hunger our tongues fail to resist the urge to caress sweeping along each other; wet and eager… Continue reading We are lying here like virgins,

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Contact.

we spill lust from pore to pore as we share secret glances our visual exploration a lewd gaze burning beneath our skin and every word u speak resounds in mind desire and mind collide between ears at every brush of batted lashes, makes my chest pulse to the rhythms of your silence these… are my… Continue reading Contact.

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Unrequited

Even today, I swear it was me (our lips, wet shades of brown glistening in the wake of our want cocoahoneymolasses conglomerate of passionate kiss: prefervid and locking in ardor. We bore witness to crescent moons, conversation to outlive sun’s lifetimes, way of the world debated with embrace. Two wholes reborn anew were we; I… Continue reading Unrequited

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Baggage Claim: Assumtive

" She stumbled thirty miles delirious Toward the last exit She’d passed, bitter, face contorted, drooping with sweat and back ache before recalling the map her mother shoved into her purse showing a rest a mile ahead of where she’d stopped. That's how presumption works... wasted time pretending to know.

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I am a soul resisting light,…

sunburnt blisters on my surface, lying desolate in the tail winds of incessant regret as pustules of broken dreams fertilize these sprouts; wildflowers growing through holes in my consciousness, permeating my heart with this rage, chafing raw the sensual glow of flesh as it bleeds disdain to replace the longing for hindsights that manifest themselves… Continue reading I am a soul resisting light,…

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Double Not

I tie a ribbon in a foolish way, draw on the most frayed, pulling taut our damaged heart strings, hand painted with altered memories where we still laugh and wish… for the dulcet notes of deceit to cease and enough truth to get through these knots in the web we wove. I tried to undo… Continue reading Double Not