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something vague

by Erin Werle

something vague;
and my head is full of fog&
electricity that keeps God from finding
out that I have faith in
sex.


this moment is not beauty;
only dominance.
fuelled by
rage &
lust
& power
.
and your tongue that twines with
mine and drags my sins
toward the
surface;
hands that yank on tangled hair
- we gasp and bite and rage.

disconnected and rejected;
with a bite mark on my throat --
another four that scatter
caustic & burning on my breasts
& 'cross my shoulders
dark blue & green & purple shades across my
ribs ;
i can see the shapes of fingers
sprawling out across my sides

violent movement; tooth and nail
on flesh drawing blood --
'tween growl and snarl and swollen lips;
bruised with mindless self indulgence.
torn with greed and black with secrets.
[mine&yours]

bound down--single-handedly
wrists that twist in feeble-escape:
snarled in curls of sweat-damp hair

pressured down - heavy handed in this
tortured worn out mattress;
pounding us together as the blood flows out
from heart to bite-mark/scratch-mark/sex.

reflections of the sweat-streaked curve of my
throat marred by your mouth; i see in your eyes
and the curses on your lips are dripping salt
onto open wounds and we relish the moment.

and we abhor God and Lucifer cringes.

ferocity. throbbing bodies and drug-warbled brains
contorting the moment & the feeling is so
far away.

nothing resembling beauty in this;
we deny it, deny love and fight eachother
/no gentle kisses

just a fuck.

09/07/2004

Posted on 09/14/2004
Copyright © 2024 Erin Werle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Don Coffman on 11/12/04 at 04:48 AM

Whew.
Quite a mixture of carnality and carnage (in a sense). The fog&electricity makes a great beginning that the poem elaborates on, a blind haze of lust and avoiding concerns about morality or emotional ties. Yummy. *clap*

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