Monday, 1 August 2016

in company
become mouth and hands.

up close 
i inhale
your out breath.

trying not to spill blood
as teeth
sink into the skin
of your neck

a collarbone
mildly bruised.

the body, 
both temple and altar.

the immersion
of a body baptised.

the metaphorical heart 
the offering.


DenexeneD said...

Eyes talk
Say thanks
Say please, more
Staring I love you
Flesh consumes flesh
Etching memories in skin
Each kiss a different taste
Laying down together
Happy to be near

cloudgathererholdmedown said...


❝ I feel a stupefying pressure under my skin. I want to pierce everything and penetrate as far down as possible. I want to reach the depths of the earth. My love is there, in the place where seeds grow green and roots reach one another, and creation perpetuates itself amidst decay. It’s as if my body were a temporary and transient form of it. I want to reach its source. I want to hang my heart like a ripened fruit on all the branches of the trees. ❞

Forugh Farrokhzad, from Another Birth and Other Poems