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Driving home

With warm cajoling whispers from the July night breeze
the full bodied trees which line the still and darkened street
part their lean thighs in quivering anticipation
arching their strong backs to the glow from candlelit dwellings
trembling tendrils of leaves frame faces bowed in meditation
As she rises...
"Here I am," she softly sings
"You cannot deny me."
And with violent shudders of passion and fiery exultation
the trees dance and spasm drunkenly
The virgin moon has awoken.

Your Crucifix

My body hangs in hope
on a crucifix of your flesh
closing my eyes and slithering
salty droplets glistening on my breast
aching to be swallowed
by your tongue
fingers scratching the outside of your thigh
in ecstasy, awaiting relief
as your nail pounds deep within me
and your sword pierces not part of me
but all of me
aching to be one with you
to consume you and find salvation
freedom from this hungry want
I hang
hands bound
unable to satisfy this need
I hang
teeth biting
into painted lips until they bleed
I hang
onto just a memory.

Habit

I pick up another cigarette
yeah, it's a habit that you hate
but one I just can't break
as easily as you walked away from me.
I suck it in.
Slowly blow it out.
I wonder why it is I just can't quit
but it my heart I know the reason why
-same reason I can't let go of you and I-
it's just something to hold onto.

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