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~ Heresy ~



Old women cackling, crackling like worn bone-

stir that cauldron up with gossip, day old truths.

At your windows cheap talk flits between,

suspended like a length of thin rope

laundry at your feet-

You've hung me out,

beat the dust from me,

wrung the stains until your hands chapped

pink as your clacking tongue-

"Did you hear? Did you hear?"

Magpies feathering their nests with words,

plucking a tasty morsel-

"things been odd since that one's come..."

"things not quite right, haven't you heard?"

Wag a crooked finger at me,

Say what thou will, say what thou like-

I can only laugh, cock my hips as i walk away-

And when engaging those old men

in conversation behind a lifted palm-

the web of lashes against my cheek,

the cut of my glance my accusations shall cast-

For when day drags night down by her inky garters,

and when my bare feet tattoo a circle of my floor,

and when my fingertip has marked the page-

I will have plucked your bent black feathers,

then i will have my say.

-Prayer of a Drone-



Tilt that cup towards us, beauty...

the saucer of which rests politely on your knee~

We buzz close to your perfumed wrists,

a white throat that rises gracefully

like a swan from the waters of your blue-green blouse

Lips upturned against rim.



The honey sinks beneath brew

unaware of your graces, of each pulsing beat

that throbs beneath layers of skin

it knows not of worldly devises,

cannot know the glory of being within

vessels of the divine.



Processing, putting out, dreaming of the sky

which unfurls like the heady promise of

lofty hope before us~

We make our beds of clover and grass

sweet, dewy licks of coolness

that douses the skin.



It is our song that draws you finally,

whirling like a constellation of gold

glistening pollen & rain,

catching light... all for that sweet drink of nectar,

a lazy caress from the mistress' lips

and perhaps a taste tomorrow.

- Speaking in Tongues -







I place upon your lips these words,



to speak out loud where ever you go-



to wrap around your tender body



as i would my own mouth



with a sensual gasp as these lips part,



hovering over you.



I would lay down speech



subtly, over your pale, warm feet and let



it trickle slowly down your arches



like bath water



to comfort and dissolve you



in hot, embracing waves-



licking your calves on the way up,



longing to tremble against your hips,



i could do this for you-



if only you would take these words



and bend them around your giving form,



take them into yourself, each shivering syllable



melting against your vibrant tongue,



embrace this language and



feel it's hunger throb and resound,



a secret lover or a fetish that



appeases your darker side-



it is a dialect that i translate,



a tongue i will speak for you alone.

COMMENTS

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TheVampyreNico
22:31 May 08 2008

My that was so lovely I just shut my eyes an image you doing that for me. but, when I open my eyes there is nothing but else. lovely indeed keep it up.

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