I ALWAYS COME BACK, LIKE CRAWLING ON MY KNEES, PLEASE….
NO MORE…NOW, IT’S MY RULES, LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME….
JUST YOU AND I…COULD BE YOUR UNDOING….
I COULD MAKE YOU CRAZED, DAZED FOR DAYS…..
BREATHE, RELAX, ALTER SPEAKS CONTORTS, OUT
OF SORTS…….
CLENCH YOUR FISTS YOU BITCH, SNARL, TEETH GNARLED, SUCH
A DELIGHT TO SPLIT YOUR PERSONALITIES…..
YOU THINK YOU HAD ME……NO, AFRAID NOT!
EYES BATTING PRETTY, INNOCENCE STAINING, MORPHING IN
POSSESSION….
BLOOD BETWEEN MY THIGHS, TO DIE, YOU WILL BE THE
ADDICT….
HAUNT ME…STALK ME…..BRAID ME IN SILVERS….
HEART WILL BEAT A LITTLE MORE FASTER, HANDS
WILL WANT TO FLOW DOWN BETWEEN, CREATING
PEARL SWIRLS, MY NAME HISSED, FORKED….
I WILL BE YOUR CURSE, YOUR PASSING……
YOU WILL FALL, YOU WERE NEVER GRACE…..
I CAN FUCK YOU HOW I WANT YOU, HORNS AND
ALL….IN MY FAIRY TALE, YOU WERE THE DARK KNIGHT,
AND I CREATED YOU, AND I CAN DESTROY YOU….
Ádhamh
Love it
angelicdarkness70
Thank you again….:)
kinginascendent
It’s got teeth this one, but I like the use of upper case and the way that it has a random, snarling neurotic sexual energy to it.
angelicdarkness70
Thank you…and I like using teeth
and energy…good mix I think;)
kinginascendent
Teeth are a great metaphor – intimacy and danger in one set of imagery. That sense of transgression and power is worthwhile to tap into within poetry. The sensation of bite runs parallel with taste and touch.
angelicdarkness70
You should read some of my other
work;)….