eater of flesh

eater of flesh

A Poem by Lyr J. Thirsk
"

for jlw

"

i like cream puff people

soft and flaky crumbs but they'll kill you slowly

sweet and sinful, thats how i wanna die

her legs wrapped around me while i taste her cream

she let me find where she goes to cry,

my gorgeous, let me swallow your sad waters

and body flows that come from how you hurt!

when done, she gotta go, i gotta fly

 

not like people made of celery

green and watery, fragile fuckers they

can't feel an ounce of calories

always stick to the diet, must obey!

but they'll live a long time for sure

 

love and lust thats pure and lethal

toxic and wrong, somewhere in that

you can find the right song

play it on your car stereo as you cruise along

down roads to dancer's homes

and girls who gave you eyes that night

and girls whos minds make you ignite

 

im not so shallow, or just a body f**k

ill f**k every part of you, just your curves

they way you arch for me,

and ask me to come inside

with your posture and how you glide

and press into my arousal

but, thats not enough to content

if your mind rapes me

and your heart designs consipiracy and wild intent

thats what i want, a sadist engorged

fluid vacuum space inside a hollow forge

your rivers i swim to find what secret

you all guard with multi-headed horns of intellect

and feminine delights, man is blind to your sights

but i see, i want to, i need to, then ill f**k you

and revel in pure, surefire lovely lunacy

 

so then, im easy that way

ill fall for one, and all, and none

and move on to the next

but forever like a bear-kill stored away

you'll keep coming to my meat to feed

and ill let you, its what i need

love is what my hate breeds

hate for me when i didnt take you that night

your the only one that would be allowed

taking bites outa my ever-supplanted flesh

remaining at once a pile of bones

a snack for buzzards and mystic crones

that wander the woods and plains

with coolies bedraggled and inverted mountains craggled

valley and peak and streambed left

in your glaciers wake

im a lost climber that fell into your shifting crevice so deep

the frozen lake chamber inside you where i always abide

 

find you again in a dance club, dancer

remembering your kiss to me

how you said "take me" and how

"what are we doing, Jake?"

but by then, after your little gorgeous hands removed me

and were inside my pants

i ripped off your clothes and panties there

you said "come here" as you lay down

a backgrond of my apartment floor

where in my mind i fucked you first, before

and now, before, we stopped

my little w***e, i love you

i hate you, i love you more

 

ill find you dancing and give you a dollar

but it wont crumble or whisp away

ill know its you when,

your changed hair styles and lingirie details

ill place the bill in those little gorgeous hands

that were inside me before

it'll disintegrate, ill have found my beauty

my love, my eater, my dancer, my flames, my gorgeous, my wild, my w***e

 

 

i say again,

we'll go on

but not really

wrong and right

do not warm anyone in the night

the nights so dark and long

of this life and plasmic, liquid, sinful song

find me someday

find you someday

we'll complete what made us go away

 

by LJ Thirsk

© 2010 Lyr J. Thirsk


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

120 Views
Added on October 2, 2010
Last Updated on October 2, 2010

Author

Lyr J. Thirsk
Lyr J. Thirsk

Fayetteville, NC



About
"People are not their thoughts. The believe they are, but the mind is only a reflex organ, reacting and moving. Thought fill the head, constantly move you, consume your energies and become trash. Take.. more..

Writing
I know I know

A Poem by Lyr J. Thirsk