To be lost in that moment with you, when nothing but you and I
exist. To feel your hands as they move over my body. Your lips
against my own. Your scent clinging to my skin. Every nerve in
my body alive with need… desire and want. With each breath taken
the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
this is a beggar’s knife.
this is a tulip.
this is a soldier marching
this is you on your
this is Li Po laughing
this is not a god-damned
this is a horse asleep.
a butterfly in
this is the devil’s
you are not reading this
on a page.
the page is reading
it’s like a cobra. it’s a hungry eagle circling the room.
this is not a poem. poems are dull,
they make you sleep.
these words force you
to a new
you have been blessed, you have been pushed into a
blinding area of
the elephant dreams
the curve of space
you can die now.
you can die now as
people were meant to
hearing the music,
being the music,
She laid there feeling as if nothing could touch her.
Her body stretching out as the sun covered her with it’s warmth
Unseen by eyes, she let the tears fall.
One could be on top of the world
and feel like their world was crumbling down around them.
The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
— Friedrich Nietzsche