|sketchbook on a pedestal
Author: poet tree PM
the glorification of the human body for purposes of lust and beauty.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Horror - Words: 132 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-07-06 - id: 2148623
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please, my love -
your thoughts (those whirling satallites) are crashing
into the landscape of your mind.
(there's nothing but silence)
we're burning, we slip into flames...
radiate outward from the center of your (my) soul
etch the lines in bitter flesh - my butcher
cease your loquaciousness.
i smother the flame, your flaccid ego sizzles
(passion burns on)
static wavelengths sketch out the soundscape
of your body
curdle my skin to match your decay -
i'm choking on pity and starlight.
we're gnawed by words with serrated teeth
you're the inner star that cracks my breastbone and burrows deep
rotting and we explode
display a lovely passion
we rip ourselves apart in a flurry of infinity