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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 2, 2006 20:58:57 GMT -6
Naked before the mirror your black eyes are hollow yet find mine blade traces each curve and scar shivering subconscious acceptance of who you are Submissive kneeling by your feet blade touches face, outward flicker, flinching in reflex barely a saving grace
Infliction heat upon skin suddenly there you are, deep within delved under skin and into soul I spill red outward across china white skin blue check floor you languidly trace each incision your pleasure is my downfall
Death comes slowly in steadily paced pain with each flinch , you striker deeper no spot the same across the abdomen and along the thigh you can not resist your own sadism, and move higher each crimson ribbon marks my life's stain
Naked upon cold earth baron from birth returned to where I came from at my death, you laugh in mirth eyes roll languidly blade traces each curve and scar in my final hour, I realize who you are [/b]
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Post by dawness on Oct 3, 2006 2:37:56 GMT -6
soul baring; i like! thanks for this gift.
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Post by anirbas on Oct 3, 2006 11:51:06 GMT -6
Smoking poeming, S'fir...Put me in mind of an ex-companion I had back in the day... Spirit wrenching poeming, would be a more apt description...Sabrina
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Post by dog on Feb 26, 2007 11:39:59 GMT -6
howl of a poem, soul. dog
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Post by vixen on Feb 26, 2007 13:06:58 GMT -6
OMG am amazing poem. It had me shivering. Totally awesome!!!! Vixen
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Post by Sam on Feb 26, 2007 15:22:28 GMT -6
Wow! That's all I can say!!! Sam
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 27, 2007 23:30:14 GMT -6
in dappled moonlight i trace scars of a life time memories filtering from each one slowly the tears start too appear rolling in slow motion orbs downward - hiding myself within their shell like walls
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Post by brandnewmessiah on Mar 5, 2007 8:31:12 GMT -6
How you seperated the stanzas is just awesome and the words well there is no way to express the brilliance of them. Amazing soul! ~ BNM
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Post by tolteclogic on Mar 5, 2007 11:39:25 GMT -6
stolen pleasures leave open wounds pain that lingers beyond the scares that won't soon heal we learn we release and then move on
what was that promise so long ago rose gardens and pretty meadows little picket fences all in a row - Love? so seldom what we would imagine rhythms of cycles repulsion and attraction
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 5, 2007 15:42:47 GMT -6
Deepest thanks, BNM and TL - especially for your own brilliant offering.
Soul
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