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luxuria
Contributed by
elle
on
Tuesday, 25th May 2010 @ 01:41:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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dream. . . I am thy changeling. . .
a dancing rune at night. . . a hungering for salvation. . . a haunted offering, smite. . . a soul link. . . a dispersion. . . an ancient spell reflection. . . the chaos of a shadow dance. . . the fleeting grasp of time. . .
what I was & what I am. . . everything that I propose, does sadly crumble 'nigh
my continence is weary, is the setting, as of soleil
is the cobbling of instances, the dawning of new day. . .
amongst the heat & metamorphosis, I go calmly as the flowering bud, the chastened earthly pledge
to kneel, to pray, yeah, to entreat, with patience in my tears. . .
the lust that binds, that shoulders rogues, has sorely left mine eye. . .
. . . settling. . . settling
it has settled. . . has arranged itself, but not to such a shallow depth
has gently coalesced. . .
has caused my heart to faint. . . that silent, throbbing orb, disturbed with shadowing flaw & stinging thrist. . .
a hunger. . . that disgrace.
my loins do burn, in every corner, in closets of the fleshy kind
& smouldering, I burn. . .
within the sweetest of incense, my pale consort, desire.
I pray. . .
let me lift up these two hands
. . . let me offer up a pantheon of pleasures' strong demands
so that we might yet melt into the shadowflame
of that other-worldly creature. . . that lost, dark manifest. . .
become one within the truing
relinguish we, these lonely husks. . . of which we cannot salve.
My love is but a breathe, mistaken. . . a hallowed, lonely calx. . .
my glyph, a hemoraged bondage, a siren. . . stone, without, alone in her crypt, longing, a deathtoll in her wake. . .
I can only love to love when the love is what's a stake, when the surface is a sandstorm, the center, crazed & sorely lacking
the veneer, amiss & splintered, a tyrant on a leash.
& lured into each fracture, I divine that glistening visage that only mirrors mine.
a vestige & a pauper. . . a melody. . . a wake.
a slave, unto this consourse. . . I traverse to be thine phrase,
I am obliged & 'midst the lowly shunt of sigh. . . the edge of give & take. . .
I give to give. . .
but beg to scatter naught. . .
to dwell within your rapture. . . to die within your scape. . .
Copyright ©
elle
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2010-05-25 13:41:25]
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Re: luxuria
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 28th May 2010 @ 12:53:50 AM AEST
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Well, I think I at least know who S~ is now.  |
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