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when looking back with an honest tone


and those whose skin has pressed into my own


when beaten down straight to the bone


time is the only honest lover I've known


 


prompt: "time"


 

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freshly tattooed skin, its fugacious existence


i breathe you in 


careful to not be too close.


you’re a careful one,


mindful of our immediacy & that spare 2 inches


your breath evens out, too measured, too controlled


you’re awake love


in the clarity of morning light


trembling hands and wavering hearts


fearful of the honesty in a few inches


& eyes too dark to hold the illusion


 


prompt: "collision"


 

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it pulls me into its grasp, submission not a request
drops against my skin as what’s left of me is pulled under
waves against breaths,
counting down to abandonment


no one ever spoke of the warmth
how welcoming it would be
spreading from chest to limbs


life taken
life given


thank heavens we’ve finally reached the end


 


prompt: "heat"

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this sure as shit ain’t home.


hollowed blocks assaulted by incorporeal beings
strangers to lovers,
the reality of now rejects the shores of coveted times


wandering the narrow slits of a place I’m not sure
can quench that which I’ve always known
questioning motives, desires and all that should be sane


what used to be home is now simply
the haunting of what now remains


but I’ll find it again in these slightly chapped lips
eyes narrowed against indented wind
and fingers too afraid to graze against skin


when holding’s one gaze seems to sear like the sun of shore
instead I’ll take the exsiccation of this winter’s night
in hopes that somnolence will retract


these chapped lips that promise no return


 


prompt: "New York"

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“they are my friends”
                                                   he whispered,
            softly
                  caressing


the      unresponsive      skin.


                                                                           “i’d like for you to join us,



but
       first
               we
                     need
                              to
                                   make
                                             a
                                                 few


changes.”


 


prompt: "artificial"

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the palpation demands recognition
it pumps into each credence and limb
understand little one,
the force you’ve placed yourself against


life does not wane easily
you must take what you respect
pound against palpation
and make this power your own
(take it within)


if you choose to take life,
take it with grace
understand young pupil,
you must respect that which you take


make no apologies
we are what we are
we command what we must commend


 


prompt: "heartbeat"

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re: secret

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wind cuts into my skin as rain pounds into each pore


Demanding its due, some might say


having its Way, others may incline


enthralled with the tide


this Piece of clarity overtaken


the currents of this affair impede each inch of skin


as I lose myself in the mist


each Breath presses against this being


aching for relief


slamming into a coast Too stubborn to corrode


maybe this is drowning


but in truth the tide is just remnants of rain


and you’re just here


willing me to wash away


 


prompt: "restless" 

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too warm and too comfortable
& too clearly in this space
it coerces itself in
wedges itself between this space
and my tacit lover


this is bullshit


 


prompt: "midnight"

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susurration against vertebrae
nerves cinching at the name
bones against brittle
sensation


seared into fractions
& discontinuity remains


 


prompt: "fragility"


 

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 I like the feel
of
Your skin
against my
Skin.


I didn't expect it
to give,
so easily,


to respond
to my Touch
&
that slip of
steel


the smoothness.
the movement of it all,


how it Lays against
my own,
as it was Always
meant to.


i like the feel
of your Skin
against my
skin


and fear not, my love
that the Warmth has
left yours.


(mine will be ours
and i will keep your warmth)


 


prompt: "blood"

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chance,
that brutal mistress,
is burned into memory

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the way you,
over and over,
write this enigma


how each elusive ache
moves,
this whisper I
never share


the beast rages
aching for the
promise,
held as temptation
and torture


fingertips against spine


if this is my torture,
I pray the beast remains
unbridled



prompt: “surprise"

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