Left is the path of acceptance ( Read more... )

Seed ( Read more... )

Function in truth.
I feed off you, take you into me.
Sustenance of the body.
I cannot but take myself into thee.
All of your holes
Are pathways into the seat of you.
It's nothing if not naughty.
Every time we bind, it's something new.
Give me that seat
Give it tonight.
Something to eat.
Don't give a fight.
You wont be sorry.
End of the story.

I am

What I want, curves and edges ( Read more... )

Speck, little fish swimming in a pond ( Read more... )

Condescending, is it such an ugly word ( Read more... )

Two hundred acre lot ( Read more... )

Arguments blossom from the nothing ( Read more... )

I am the Aloof Icon, born to a swarm of flies ( Read more... )

Fist balled and finding contact.
Smack of flesh against flesh.
Bones crunching.
Nothing is in my Head.
The rest left me swinging.
bones chrunching.
Anger left me alone.
I regret.
I hold on.
Is he still bleeding?
What am I needing?
At least I have my jacket.

I am spent.