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By Ali Date: 2007 Oct 11 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.11.09.17.2836]] |
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Even the shadow of your fingers scorch me, laid bare from the inside out, an electrifying wasting, a forbidden euphoria that whispers of other secrets-- and you, nailed down, to some unholy rock, tense beyond the measure of your exclaimed desire, but, with a clever temptation, I turn my head toward you, and laugh-- because I know, quite precisely, what this decimation means, and half-goddess and half-damned, I'm everything you ever were too afraid to look for, but boldly, you're unafraid to handle me. And, once again, agony will hurl itself with pleasure, a clever clinging victim that scrapes the dark from the edges, disassociates the damage from the depth, as I lie in such a way that it's impossible not to notice what I want, and what I can stand: challenge me, and you'll receive more than just an invitation. My eyes are narrow now, like Pompeii before the breaking, and I have no reservations about wading through some pyre or another-- it's just a crash, lover, a thing of pale moons and rough recollections. A wicked smile, and I neglect to pretend the innocent, and pretend nothing less than majesty, tilting my head to one side, just to offer you a taste, and watch you flinch as you take it. Yes, I know, this is beyond all recompense, and in these wild, god-like disasters, this may tarnish me, polishing the troubles I already welcomed, in those days of a lost kingdom-- but no matter, I step down, splitting these shadows to linger as more than just a body, swayed. There's more than one oracle, here, there's more than a single naked passing, and while my lips and hips offer songs and sins, unending things, I may steal more than just your weight, and rip apart your ringing existence-- perhaps because you've stolen me from myself, and I dare you, in a manner of speaking, to find a way to give it back. |