She neared me most days.
Reaching ever closer her needs.
Drawn forth by the needless cycle of life.
To caress me in places long forgot.
Rooted in her ways she was.
Her desires perched upon my shoulders.
Such soul held her touch.
To give breath for men's lust.
And from her dead loins she bares.
The generations my seed burns.
As my endless hunger fed from her soul.
To now lay exhausted upon my chest.
Sink to Hell in these sheets.
Her & I... My whaling willow.
And out of darkness comes the light
ReplyDeleteBlood smothers there shame of deceitful desires
and the end becomes the beginning
Je ne connais que ça. C'est une fois qu'il est entré dans ma vie, il a commencé. Une fois parti, je n'existe que dans la routine.
ReplyDeleteTous les sourires dans une journée courent le long de côté les murs qui gardent mon cœur. S'ils étaient des flèches, ils se plient et cassent....
Loved his interior world, his interior wilderness,
ReplyDeletethat primal forest inside him, where among decayed
treetrunks
his heart stood, light-green. Loved. Left it, went through
his own roots and out, into the powerful source
where his little birth had already been outlived. Loving,
he waded down into more ancient blood, to ravines
where Horror lay, still glutted with his fathers. And every
Terror knew him, winked at him like an accomplice.
Yes, Atrocity smiled . . . Seldom - R.M.Rilke
And Decay Finds It’s way into roots dug deep and only the emptiness awaits all who lay in her shadow
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