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WITH SWEET TEA ON MY LIPS, YOU MAKE ME SKIP….

LAYING IN MEADOWS, EYES AVERTED AS WE PLAY IN

THE SKY…..TO DIE….

YOU ARE MINE AND I AM YOURS….

ME, YOUR SOUTHERN SIPS ON DELICATE

FINGERTIPS, YOU, MY DEVILISH CHARM….

YOU GROW IN MY HEART EVERYDAY, BUT TODAY,

I LOVE YOU LIKE THAT……

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I AM NOT A COUNTRY MUSIC FAN, BUT, I ABSOLUTELY

LOVE THIS SONG!….THIS INSPIRED ME;)


Tshombe Sekou

there, I watched silence

a dandelion struggles

with dreams of roses

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This Mortal Flesh

I’ve felt it every now and again
yet it is so hard to describe
maybe it is a true sense of peace?

But this is different for everyone.
Sometimes I feel it when my mind strays…
out of the physical plane
and on to a plateau in the aether
thoughts of crisp autumn breezes
the bright blue skies
effaced on the horizon by changing leaves
oranges, burgundies, gold
and then I feel it—peace
almost like I can just dream myself there

other times I feel it
when my mind escapes into darkness
aloft in the night—again with cool breezes
shimmering stars and planets lighting the sky
the smell of jasmine or lilac

I wish I could bottle up this peace
drink of it forever
maybe this is what heaven is…

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

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HANDS TO MOUTH, SILENCE ME, PLAY PEEK-A-BOO WITH MY FINGERS,

IN-OUT, YOU SUCK…TEETH RAW, REDS PLAY IN FROWNS, DROWN….

WANNA TASTE?…..WONDER HOW IT WOULD FEEL TO HAVE YOUR MOUTH ON ME,

NAKED, TURNING ME IN CIRCLES, TIPSY, TATTLING ON LIPS…

TRACE ME, LACE ME, LINE ME IN GUTTURAL GROWLS THAT DEVILS AND ANGELS PLAY IN….

I PART AS YOU BOW IN WORSHIP, TONGUES SLITHER AND SLURP….

HEAD BACK, I TOUCH THE SKY AS KNEES SIGH… YOU ARE RIGHT IN MY PSALM,

LITTLE CATHOLIC BOY…. ANGELIC TIPS POISED ON COCAINE HIGHS…..

MY FOOT TAPS AS YOU LAP FALLEN BLOOMS, KEEPING TUNES….

YOU SHACKLE MY ANKLES AS YOU EAT, REPEAT….

CLAWS REACH OUT AND I PURR, MEOW, AS YOU READ ME IN BRAILLE…

TICK TOCK ON MY CAT…. I HOPE I FLAVOR YOU NICELY….

I SLIT, SLANT, DRIFT, EBB, DOWN YOUR FACE, AS YOU FIND YOUR

PLACE…

YOU STAND, TOWER, ERECT, PUSH INSIDE, REACHING STARS,

SHATTERING SCARS….

BODIES BEAT, COMPETE, I, JUST YOUR MEAT…

SWOLLEN, WORN, WE FIT IN-BETWEEN WORLDS,

YOUR RESTING PLACE INSIDE MY THROAT WHERE

YOU SPILL, THRILL…..

WANNA TASTE?…..


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I KNOW HOW TO MAKE YOU MINE,

BRING YOU TO MY SIDE…

GROW WINGS, AS HORNS PROTRUDE

BACKWARDS OUT OF MY FLESH, AS

YOU, MY WATCHER DIVIDES ME…..

WINDS FLOW THROUGH ME AS EMBERS

TEASES THE EDGES…PAGES OF ME YET TO

BE SCRIPTED….

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL?……

LET’S GO FOR THAT SUNDAY DRIVE WHERE

WE MAKE FUN OF SINNERS…..

YOU, MY BILLY THE KID…..

LICKING LIPS, THIRSTY, A LONE WELL WAITS,

SLY AS A FOX, LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP….

SOUL UNCOVERS, PULSES INTO YOUR FINGER-

TIPS, BUT SHOULD I TRUST, ADJUST?…..

IF I HOLD MY BREATH, WILL YOU CATCH ME,

BRING ME BACK TO LIFE?

YOU WERE THERE WITH MY FIRST HEART BEAT,

AND NOW, NOW, YOU WANT TO DRAW IN REDS,

COLOR WHERE THERE WAS NONE, AND I’M YOUR

CREATION….

YOURS TO FEEL……


e827288cefab44c0f3c2a0b821114712I AM FEELING ORANGE TODAY, THE COLOR

JUICY ON MY LIPS, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO

IS PEEL ME….

FAIRY DUST MAKES ME REMEMBER TO BE

HAPPY….

THE SUN, SHINING ON MY SKIN, GIVES

ME HUES, IF ONLY YOU HAD A CLUE….

RAYS HIT MY PETALS AS I WAVE, ALL BRAVE TO

SAVE THE DAY, JUST TO MAKE YOU SMILE….

MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, I AM WAITING FOR AUTUMN…..



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