MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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UNDER GOLDEN SKIN, THORNS GROW UNDER

SUNSETS, WERE ANGELS SWAY UNDER THE

DEVILS GAZE…

NAKED I STAND, CROSSES ADORNED, WILL

YOU WATCH ME AS I CLOSE MY EYES TO PRAY?

BACK LAYS, SPREAD, SIN EATING ME, SOFTER THAN

THE FLESH OF A BABY, BLESSED, MY TEST….

HEAVEN SENT, DISGUISED IN A SMILE….

STANDING IN HIS GRACE, SHOT BY CUPIDS ARROW,

STAINED BY LOVES LAST BREATH, RISKING IT ALL

TO BE WITH THE ONE MEANT…..

WALKING FEATHERS DOWN HALLS OF MY GHOSTS,

FLAVORED IN SEX….

FALLEN ON KNEES I RAPTURE, RIGHT THERE

IN FRONT OF HEAVEN….

I PLUME IN PURPLE WOMBS, WAITING TO BE REBORN TO

YOU….

LIKE A SONGBIRD HE SINGS, AS I FLOAT AND DISAPPEAR,

TURNING BLUE…..

MY HEART FLOWS OUT OF HIS MOUTH….

FLAMES BOXED AS WE HOLD HANDS, BURNED

AT THE STAKE….

KISSES FORGOTTEN, AND NOW I SEARCH….


This Mortal Flesh


I write because I must

There can be no denial of this anymore

I am all things to all people

An empath that feels your pain

and puts it into word

gives it form…

I am cast aside on the home front

a prophet with no honor in his own land

But my words can reach you

teach you–save you

If even at the cost of myself…

I break for you

I lay my soul before you

Bleed the dying darkness for you

Without a thought for myself

This is the truest love

To bear all

To ease the pains of a stranger

To trade my life for yours

I could give you no greater honor…

These words are true

From the recesses of my spirit

I, like my master before me

Would die that you may live

This life of mystique laden shadow

and masking smiles

Is not for…

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This Mortal Flesh

so fixed
and predictable
I’ve become…

for your love
I broke—
shattered—
toiled under
unrelenting suns…

but my tired sky’s
mysteries have faded…

my dawn no longer
quickens your day
my twilight no longer
kindles your nights…

as daylight’s last breath
grows shallow—fades
it is clear…

my world
is not enough
to restore mystery…

when the desirous heart
yearns to roam
beneath chameleon skies…

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

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