Edge of the World
Balanced, calm outside;
inside, I’m metastable.
Just one little push.
Eyes open, breath held,
the abyss of you beckons.
Take one step forward
At map’s edge, blank space.
Here be… dragons? paradise?
Setting sail. Must see.
Metamorph
What have I become?
Misshapen ragged, and raw.
Touch, and be consumed.
The monsters in me;
they’ve always been there, watching,
waiting for your call.
I list the options,
but you don’t choose – I’ll pick:
which scares you the most.
Taking hold of you
with my body and my words;
I’m not letting go.
Metamorphosis;
we devolve, losing ourselves
within each other
The marks left behind
on the inside and the out
define you and me.
Hot water shower;
you wash away what we’ve done.
Or at least you try.
Vignettes
I can see your dreams.
But don’t you worry, my sweet.
I won’t tell a soul.
—
Though not abrasive,
my tongue can surely wear down
your most fierce resolve.
—
It’s your fault, you know.
You make me want to do wrong;
do bad things to you.
—
After I leave her,
exhasuted, panting, dripping,
I’m coming for you.
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I love these. I can’t write them, something in me rails against meter but I do love reading yours especially Monocle, they are exquisite bites of eroticism. Thank you.
What a nice mix–provocative, worrisome, fun. I especially like the first of the vignettes: sly.
Love it. I couldn’t write in that meter either. I’m more prose than poetry it seems.
Solid stuff and I also enjoyed the vignettes at the end. Good t-shirt material or tag lines.
Cheers and keep up the good work.