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Love In A Wall – Laying the line –

“Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.”

– D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

Sinewy wrists twist the trowel,
causing it dance on the board
gathering its share of love
along the way.

Deftly, quickly, with a flick and a pull,
a long even line is coaxed
from the willing load.

Movements define other movements
setting up reciprocating pulses
in a syncopation of motion.

Thick calloused fingers,
pluck another willing blossom,
forcing it to mate the bed of passion.

Dance, flick, pull, mate, dance, flick, pull, mate.
Tedium, repetition, yet, another brick.
building an impassioned wall

Following hard after the mated pair,
a tool pushes in binding them together,
sealing their union.

Tools are useful said the young man to his master…

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

12292010

My Girl Manny Quinn

“Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.” – Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story

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Pressing my lips to yours…the coolness soon gone with hardened kisses. Inanimate style, making me hard. My hands trace over your glossy skin, swollen to meet my design. My fingers skip across your seams, more oil makes it easy. I carry you to the room, your long hair falling across cheeks blushed with my paint. I fall on you with unrestrained fervor, wild horses in my blood. Turning the music up loud, and dimming the lights enough to cover your dead eyes, I leave you there, lying still in my bed. Taking enough time to adjust the amount of blood in my alcohol, I come back to you. It never matters how long, still you hold that position for me. Never being able to scream means you can’t moan your pleasure over my illegal intrusions. I love you my sweet. I think tonight I’ll make you a blonde, and tomorrow a brunette. Then, I’ll tie your stiff arms behind you and in my final thrust, I’ll feel your soul drain and you’ll lie limp in my arms. My tears wet your flattened breasts, your misshapenhead makes your eyes point in crazy directions. You are my everything, you never leave, you never complain, you never reject me, your are mine and I love you, Manny Quinn.

(’tis all in jest my faithful readers)

05052013

Holy Sanctum – The Invasion

“Sometimes great power brings out the worst in us, and unfortunately, it isn’t until people are given it that we see the true shades of their character.”
― Barbara Kloss, Gaia’s Secret

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The malevolence is forceful, it pushes on me,

Malicious hands covering my mouth

Tearing at the clothing of my soul, I feel his hardness

Slamming me against a battered wall of reality

Forcing me, the scarred fingers of feigned goodness,

Pulling back the hair on my sacred ground

His hand on my throat, cutting off life from my holy sanctum

Now His weight is on me, in me, pushing and pulling me

I respond with obedient, corrupted innocence

The shattered remains of my soul speak:

Why have you done this?

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Also published in Broowaha Magazine

01292012