Pearl Nectar

A Poem by K.S.78

Pearl Nectar

I didn’t long for your body brittle in the darkness. In the darkness of wild nights you became heartless. I want to be the chemicals that invade those lungs. I want to touch the core of your being. I want to wrap my limbs around your goodness and taste your morality. Digging my fingertips into the depths of your skin. Running my thigh inside of yours.

Here me now. Remember me when I said 'I need you now or I will not survive'. Only I saw the way you slithered into my mouth and spread yourself, thick against my teeth. Now my lips are falling apart. Turning into ash blending in with all of the other bloody parts. I forget my pain, here it is all the same.

Fluid from my body covers yours like whiskey on rocks. Defenses drop, along with our clothes on top of you now. Looking at me sweetness stains my cheeks. When my tear drops fall, I let go and down come your walls. Submerging you and I in a pure stream, coming clean.

Moving prolifically melting together. Two becoming one we will always be. Later on spring will turn to winter and carry on making you bitter to me. Lets stay here in this day. In this moment I don’t want to fade away. In your joy I want to innocently play.

Pretending you will never descend inside of me to claw your way, breaking my teeth. Making me say your name as you make my lips decay. Nevertheless, you knock and I; Invite your skin; On mine. Skin and sin, I invite you into my bones.

I love you again

and again

and again.

K.S.

© 2013 K.S.78

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Zero_Edge88

"For what is this frailty I begin to suspect out of your touch. As I no longer feel your presence I recall the touch of your skin of to be one too soft yet too slippery to the core. Survivability is but the illusion of the heart as it can still stand on its feet as to you too when you grab my hand. No fault on the falling of your hand will you feel the force of the ground. I as the wings of your soul surely will lift you in directions I know of.

For what fluids to swap as they are in unison dancing to the same music of rhythm and melody. A heart whose tune never even forgets the chorus. Rhyming so alluringly your taste is sweetly bitter and contagiously sour of the emotions that we mix it with. To constantly satisfy the taste of our blood the salt of our sweat and soul is but one of many quenchers. Readily in waiting it takes it in and alas, we are still human-slowly and constantly changing.

For what turns in the seasons but also the pages I found myself in you in them. Unscripted and unscrupulous as the marks are written all over the place. Each one repeating itself that I can't take it any longer. This is where I begin to find myself all over the pages but still you hold me dear, earmarked, watermarked in the beauty of all this literary lines you call your manuscript.

For doors are to be opened so as windows though this house I have of you I recall building only windows. As to they belong the winds of a changing season I really want your breathless breathing again in me. All I need is that touch of impure blaspheme you call your absolution. When all is undivided and stripped off again, drown me out again, Quench the unquenchable. Bleed me wetly.

For I am happily loved by your love.
Sated by your love.
Consumed by your love.
Ever and forevermore."