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| kyle cycle my ex-boy-whatever kyle was really into vampires. yeah, i know. but i wrote these first two for him, and he seemed to like them. i think they're a bit hokey, but i present them to you for either your enjoyment or entertainment. the darkness of your smile i know the darkness of your smile i have seen it before perched on my lover's lips waitng for some rotting meat i am no meat for you i said and he smiled me his blackness and left me for some other prey that would not tear at his heart so much full seven years since then twice i thought i saw him once i know i did and he with dirty eyes and hungry teeth turned his back upon me and measured his steps the other way i trust he had found some other meat so do not think that i am ignorant do not think i cannot comprehend your purpose for me tonight dim the lights a little more fill my glass with your wine pretend i am unsuspecting and i will sit upon this chair i will brush back my hair so that it falls upon only one shoulder and when your hand comes down i will smile and sigh oh, do not mistake me i will scream at first but later when you have left me almost empty i will call you my dark angel and take you within myself and bless the night that brought me to one such as you and bless a thing like you that took me for meat and fed upon my heart and turned my smile black weak in your arms my damp hair clings to your chest and i bare my teeth in the closest facsimile i have of a smile so that when you look down upon me i will appear happy for two weeks i have let you have me two weeks and i have yet to take you with me into this darkness why do i hesitate for you? why do i feel i could almost cry for you? could i be weak in your arms? oh, you sweet boy you have no idea but this cannot be you are smiling and sighing and offering yourself to me and i see the face, the smile that took me completely into darkness i see him in me and me in you my teeth are wet and you are waiting but i cannot stand the human air running out of your arms bursting onto the night full naked i scream at the stars and curse the august moon that first lit your face for me on my knees you have me on my knees i turn and see you standing in the window waiting and i am still hungry living over a thousand miles apart, we communicated mainly through e-mails. the following poems were my first attempts at erotic poetry. when i mount you when i mount you i am no longer flesh and bone but swallowed whole into the heat of you quiver and ache as you fill me like spun molten glass on my insides and so when soft voices die i lie with these thoughts wrapped around me i will spend my days in your bed we will be made into a story of song and someday you will die oh *sigh* oh *sigh* i want your lick on every part of me on my every part oh *moan* i want the heat of you on the heat of me burning, burned oh *sigh* i want your mouth to take this wet desire and swallow me whole oh *groan* i want your breath on my flushed cheek and your slick lips coming down oh *sigh* wide, deep and high to make me wild to make me sob your name to make me shudder out my love you must throw me wide, deep and high to give me an end to give me the sky to give me the infinite reaches you must throw me wide, deep and high to see me destroyed to see me made whole to see me you must throw me wide, deep and high let me come let me come to you let me hold love under my eyelids save me now save me now let me come in your arms let me keep your name in my mouth save me now save me now let me come from your touch let me fall off your edge save me now let me come and finally, a poem that presaged more than i could have known. a bitter skin every skin is bitter once you bite into it. this was once a wisdom of my mother's also, that love is hard and you can be broken upon it. i grew into these thoughts for my mother so she would finally have something to give but when we ate grapes that one slippery night discovering the sweetness enclosed and the softness that i could slip silently into i found you not so bitter and could see no edges to you thinking of my mother i smiled and let you kiss me |
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| bruce the bard |
| with swift and nimble fingers i ply my trade... |
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