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Prosaic-Scriptor — Simply
Published: 2011-09-14 06:43:59 +0000 UTC; Views: 470; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 5
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Simply, I love you.My palms chafe your shuddering soul at night;
In my dreams I whisper your being.
I ride the stripped steel string of your echoed chord,
cradled in song, I chase the puckered silhouettes of fading shouts,
past struggles my fingertips worry into nubs.
(I love you)
Sometimes my jaw screams from clenching,
and my teeth buckle under the grinding torture
your memory springs -
slaking my thirst of you would drip you barren,
till your essence would curdle and evaporate to memorandums.
But I love you.
Simply.
There is no agony like the crucifixion of your loss.
No death like the fatality of your displeasure. .
The slippery skip of polyrhythmic heartbeats,
yours and mine tattooing stuttered fractals
in foreign signatures.
This I love.
I graze your chest, slicked with trusts and
heated affection. My tongue darts past to peel back facade till it strikes you.
You taste of my love.
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Comments: 5
"But I love you.
Simply.
There is no agony like the crucifixion of your loss.
No death like the fatality of your displeasure."
I can't even begin to describe how much I love this
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Thank you... It was a tough piece to write.
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