And I go where the trees go

juniperghost @ 2009-09-09T15:39:00

2009-09-09T22:45:34Z

Longing, yearning
sweeping through the veins beneath her lily-white face
trailing from her lips: a pale utterance fading into nothing
Roll it against your tongue, between your gums, a canker, a longing that
tastes of nostalgia and your first kiss
a longing for rain, crystalline drops frigid melt
down your spine, shiver squinting eyes lolling
in fog and feather-soft clouds
Long for the throbbing thunder, tender skin
shakes resonates trembles to flashing lights
Long for the boy, long for
a cigarrete, a cool pale ghost against your lips
and dissolve into grey
Long for sleep, dull droning bees humming ants crawling
beneath your eyelids, then long for
an apology and thick whispers against the shell of your ear
the tantalizing tip of the tongue.

In the darkness

2009-06-15T23:47:45Z

When darkness has spilled across the sky
And the sun has been snuffed, smudged
Into the pale face of the moon
We will shed the thick, heavy weight
Of our humanness, and
We will come crawling from our makeshift nests
Naked feet, toes curled into the hard, cold ground
Groping, feeling among the tangles of briar and bramble
For the arms of another
And in the darkness we are both the same
Nail and teeth and bone
The dull drum of your blood
On my blood

In the darkness, we are only animals.

Redemption

2009-03-11T08:20:20Z

He's certainly not a gentleman, but he's an awfully good kisser. He's the kind of man you make mistakes with, the kind that whispers in your ear like a lover and isn't swayed by your flushing face or polite refusals. He watches you from the corner and grins when he's been spotted; he's a charmer for sure, and you know you're a smart girl who shouldn't fall for his tricks, but oh it's so good to be seduced and forget about that other man, the one that threw you away...
He's all over you, trailing sinful thoughts along your skin. He says he wants you, all of you, and that he can't believe you're his, you're so beautiful, and oh god he thinks that he loves you. You know he doesn't mean it but it's nice to hear it anyways and in the end it doesn't matter because his hands feel like redemption and you just want to exist to someone, let him feel you kiss you touch you fuck you until you can't stand it, you can't stand yourself, he's kissing you like you're real and you're shaking and you want to cry shout scream bite thrash beg please oh please oh please...

and then the sunlight is heavy on your face and the memory of last night is fresh on your skin.
You're all alone. You're comfortable and you're breathing
but that feeling of existing has gone with your lover
and you don't feel real anymore; you know
you will never feel that way
when you are
alone.

juniperghost @ 2008-05-26T21:41:00

2008-05-27T04:46:34Z

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