Take me again and stay inside as long as
it takes for my fears and beliefs to subside,
to be proven wrong, to be shattered by
the force of you and you penetrating me
through each window that my soul looks
out from.
Take me and blind me from within.
I can say
Touch me
With the hands that would not kill
With the hands of fragments
Recomposed
In the alchemy of the flesh
That unites
Us
Then
Say
Touch me
Again
I can say it a thousand times
Different times
Different words
But your touch says so much more than the words
It always will
And
Your touch
Silences
And
Cripples
The
Tongue
In
Me
Desire is loud in the veins, thumps its heavy
rhythm under every sky. In you i can see the
finitude of want but it never will accomplish
itself, not completely, for humans cannot
match my starving beastly meat.
But you’re beautiful when you try.
Want subsides, a white precipitate at the bottom of the soul
At the bottom of the throat
Spells out "milky way",
"adequacy",
" justified, filled, fulfilled, given the meaning
and the way to the means"
I want you like a beast and i take you like a lover.
I want you like a rock and i suck you like water.
I want you like a monster and i drink you like an angel.
I want you like a man and i touch you like a woman.
..Do you wonder how long i can curb it for ?
grateful tongue holding its tip on the edge of want and the edge of love, blurred
i have been meaning to say, say and say again
but i will keep on licking your body in silence
that perfume is your name in the
wine that betters us through the
one you are through the one your
hand touches the shadow is not
fleeing the morning is silent the
honey that flows from you speaks
in magnificence of a lion and a
stag on the mountain bathing in
milk before we smell the fruit
of separation let the scarlet
thread of your lips say the
perfume that is my name.
α / i am coming to you in full armour but your lips slip through its chips
β / hunger is always hunger and it battles peace on its own field
Attack the sulci hidden
behind bony membranes.
When the flesh is only an illusion, disregards
the grasp and the need, compulsive but too
computed, and way thicker than blood,
remember :
you can always fuck a brain.
- / Want / Restriction / -
- / Hearth / Compulsion / -
- / Program / Wild / Spot / Line / -
- / Trespass / Crumble / Shreds / Armour / -
- / Completing / Manifesto / Scalding / -
- / Loss / Negating / Need / Mortality / -
- / Asserting / Sacrifice / Pulsing / Trinity / -
you can tear it in pieces, the pieces will grow back and bear your name like flags.
you can punch the air out of it, it will fill with more fire.
you can bleed it white, it will bleed on, red.
you can suck it dry, it will swell up with black sand, lustrous and sharp as glass.
you can fuck it senseless, it will grow more nerve endings to go on sensing you.
you can throw it against every wall, the walls will be doors that i cross, warps in space, glitches in this world’s fading time.
you can break every bone of its frame, it will build more from the fluids of your love, stronger, sharper, harder.
you can cut it and slice it, it will open the wounds and burgeon maya swirls of want.
There is no watch close enough.
there is a second pulse within your
lips, beaten by a heart the size of a
sparrow's, lodged somewhere under your
tongue.
it bleeds its rhythm through the skin
of my face and thumps like a song,
an elegy for sorrow's loss,
for pain's grave,
for death's death.
eyes burning holes passageways for
halfway through vision of real
dreaming dark yields to
an ether of silver blue glow
my back slit open neck to
sacrum the spine sprouts two
wings of skin the size of a man
flowing through space and night,
but wired to the mouth.
it has a NAME.
Composite Alchemical Breath Sizing Up The Space Within
"you are my center
when i spin away"
.
.
.>>>
I AM NOT BREAKING I AM BEING DISPLACED
.<<<
.
.
keeping your head above the water the
level of the unseen and refused for as
many days as you can handle my very
dearest you just wait until undertows
turn into tidal waves with only one goal :
take you down with them
he's amended sickness to reach
another layer. i count you, i
know you, i see, in the middle
of all that's wrong. there is a
new crave being put to sleep,
and two others being miscarried.
subject rendered pure distance by relentless closeness
(you're a beauty, you'll be redeemed)
attraction grows like a keloid
that i cant peel, barely repress
but you fail, you head in there, you
think it's me, it's only the frame of my
void embrace
upon old decay
that shouts i am
meat for the real
bits of you to feed
and be fed upon
but my days just
announced their
tidal return to
winter dusks baby
now would be a
good time to get
out of my pulse
spasms
not here
but here, deeper
blacking out the dots
the bigger pictures
you in a field of charred beasts
if your mind's sundered into
the pieces i swallow and we dream
of better men of better ways of
being surviving flood after
flood now and here i'm broken
too and reading you like ashes,
tasting the remains of want. we
used to make love without
crying.
limbs cut from the
mass of mispelled
prayers to life we
have fucked up all
there was to fuck
but baby i cant
seem
to
care
before the sun went down we knew
we wouldnt survive its return and
one day one of us would be singing
to the other's soul across the sky my
friend and velvet harbour of lust i
never really let you withdraw, just
kissed your eyelids closed to favour
chance.
but it was all written.
i am losing my edge my hope and my blood
and cling unto our flesh cause it's the one thing i have left
and how could you guess
something they'll never understand
how we divide the flesh
and feed whole crowds on it
and still know
where to moor and breathe quiet
while sense abdicates
leaves in the aperture of you
and enough room in there to
nourish a few
with the desire of being
engulfed
frop void to voider
dont try and touch what i
actually am i am noone and
everything i am only alive
when out of here receive
my dead gifts of making
you the presence and
purity i cant afford
there is no point in being there only
not losing the edge of what matters
only checking my reality pulse for
a discontinued existence a raw life.
BECAUSE I GRAB YOU BY THE NECK AND
FORCE YOU INSIDE ME
BECAUSE I BRUSH AGAINST DEATH'S DOOR
WHEN FUCKING GETS REAL AND MY BLOOD
STOPS FLOWING HENCE THE FEELING OF
TRUTH
because each act and each touch is only a device to bring me out of the contemplation of heaven from the deep end of my hell, i will let you have me until you tire and will give until i run dry.
because there is nothing that can comfort me i will pretend it does.
the breath that speaks only tells of
heat but closer than this there is
something else the haze the apparition
half hidden by the night of your frame
over me a statue born from my hips. i
do not reach out to touch your face i let
you rise and contemplate.
the touch of strands of want in molten petals
vacuous demands and taking it all as such
and exactly what it is
pure
purer and
rawer
than me, but just as real, and flaming.
flesh is ending.
flesh is ending.
flesh is dying.
flehs is being killed.
flesh is being ended.
flesh is being killed.
flesh is being renewed.
as dead.
rotting inside, and outside too now, because i can only stare at you that long before i stop pretending to be human. you are the perfect meat, my mouth the perfect cleaver, really, i'm sorry, but i dont see what's wrong.
madness is not what i spot through the gauze of this day, it's what got me here on the first place.
we tried to understand what it was amidst
the overgrown needles and nettles and festering
wounds that kept us apart, and gave our flesh
the taste of meat gone bad. now we only wonder
what it is that could possibly bring us together.
the answer is, despair.
sex has never been so last life.
investigate the possibly of
doing you in while no one
even knows you're alive.
come to the conclusion it
allows me perfect freedom.
which is fine, but then again,
i'm used to figthing for things,
not being offered them.
thus, keep your sweetness,
your superb head and delicious
flesh, and ask someone else to
stick whatever in them.
cauterized with the wish to stay alive. only for that
long, and then,
you'll open up, pistils out frozen solid by
the moon's lashes, brother or whatever and
just as solid as gold, but
without the karat value, because i cant love
something i cant kill.
get with the program.
discovered, uncovered, recovered. her
self being none but wide open as all
profane whores. you hated her until
the day you found out what i really
was, then decided she was a queen
you were barely worthy of. truth is,
you're just meat, so is she, good
fucking riddance.
the caricature of burned down wishe in his trembling soul, in the intermitent glory of knowing you've found your home, where your heart used to be, where only ash dwell now but with the acrid aftertaste of his fluids to compensate for the absence of embers, the memory of glow, switch your want on and off, then on again, and then, hand on the plug, electrocute yourself, it's how he'd have wanted you to die.
i've counted the times it
took for you to grow from
real to overprocessed and
like all the others you barely
survived three. like meat left
in a fridge for a little too
long, not enought to go bad
but enought to lose any taste.
i'm expecting the eagles to
come soaring past my window
now and show me what's left
of you, a few drops of three
equally tasteless fluids from
the most pathetic fuck i ever
had.
i should have cracked your
skull, and i feel cheap for
not having at least broken
one of your bones.
there is not a single
breath space between
my end and the start
of you closeness has
turned us into bad dreams
come true. yet from a
distance we look just like lovers.
wasted. unlikely. absent. moon third
quarter in the wrong house and the wrong
sign. doors and trapdoors. merged. against.
for. against. with. against. rude. obscene. true.
seen it coming. train. orgasm. coming and crashing.
broken. bankrupt. rough. soft. real.
closeness closing in on the one possibility the soul has left on the other side of track.
crawling back, slowly, to desire when we've
anihilated it by fucking one another dry and
so far from high, twitching the devices in the
hope ash can be set on fire.
you cringe and ask me if
slowing down processes
make them endure in you
or make you endure them
more. you dont seem to
really want the answer and
i cant be assed to speak
anyway, because my mouth
is only for eating now and
my teeth only for sinking.
more moments define you as a soul
than as a person, in this "world", trying
to get inside and not getting nearly
close enough to any truth, but you
hold me closer than it, get me more
than it and reach more of my essence
than its. i could easily replace it, become
all you see, and i'd be infinite.
you say this is the only
place where you belong
yet you stopped belonging
to yourself the moment
you penetrated. something
else owns you now.
complete as only us could be. ("dont
turn around, dont watch the rest
go down in flames. keep on being
the flame.") you were so like me you
never regretted taking that big
a chunk of your twin soul. i never
found out who was the most selfish.
realms of deper cardiac reality
obtained through forbidden
intercourse with nemesis for
seven hours and i do not
know you enough yet i feel
more yours than my own.
head buried / wrong place / your
breath talks / but not loud enough /
or says / what my flesh's voice / is
unable to echo / right / i want to
fuck the death out of me / and the life
out of you / and the only thing we'll
get / is lifeless prettiness / in a world
of gigabar emptiness
thinking the rest was proof of
how retarded life was becoming,
slowly, sunny day after sunny day
while we waited until the summer
spat its last gunk on their tired
shoulders, the grownups were all
faking it and we were the only ones
who knew the meaning of eyes, the
meaning of holding another flesh
so close we were breaking our bones
and we were breaking our future
by embracing the now with such
hungry mouths and hands.
when they try and bury me and
start digging the earth's crust
for a hole the shape of what's
left of me will you make love
to my cold body in protest and
hold meat cleavers in both hands
in case they refuse my will?
will you?
will you cum inside me nine times,
and then chop off my limbs?
will you?
will you kiss my wide open trachea
and scream in tongues into me?
will you?
things only one soul
will trigger off, like sweetness
running shivering across your
chest until i forget the difference
between coming and crying, and
stop knowing, and start remembering
who i am, and who i'm not.
he traded all the feelings he ever
had from day one of breathing
in this world for those few hours
of being redefined by the power
of your flesh, and they all raised
hell.
as if hell wasnt their way of
preventing everything from
raising.
we both know he was right.
suddenly our faces discovered the skull
under it all and our embrace was fighting
against the possibility of its resurgence.
hold me and feel the blood and become
one with the sighs of my meat, he said,
and i did.
this is it, now. all i see, through the lights, you breathe, you
breathe, yeah, you breathe and i try to say,
how nothing will make me better,
no amount of your fluids,
still, fucking you until i drop is all i can
come up with, and i apologize in advance
for the damage,
for the damage.
for the damage.
the habit has transfigured your
presence into a frail spectrum
of want, the only thing that
saves you is your flesh and its
haemoglobin content.
pray you dont run dry of it.
because he had it all coming he
thought not going the same way
was unavoidable. which i could
not quite argue with, but then his
skin tasted like a bored porn star's
polyethylene soul coating.
