i yearn to make a house
inside of you
using stark-white ribs
for an a-frame
your lovely blood
waters the dandelions
and clovers nestled in
wooden window-boxes
i would like to
nestle myself inside
of your chest cavity, lover
pluck your heartstrings
like they were a harp
and i were something more
than a lovesick bard
loving a man
a wild thing in the shape
of a sea captain that
doesn’t know how to be
loved in that way
and i’ll watch your mouth
chapped lips pulled into
a grin, notice my blood
on your teeth
because, captain of mine
as much as i have been
fed on your affection and the promise
of an always returning
you have been fed on me, too
after all, the lone table
on this ship tossed about
by the mighty ocean waves
has always been set
for two
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2020 03:04
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Stay safe good read
An extremely odd one. I don’t know if I should feel nauseous or enthralled. The last two stanzas do pull it all together though.
Both, I’d say! Haven’t re-read this one in a while. It’s got some rather gruesome imagery for sure. Though, I do find the idea of loving someone to the point that it becomes a sort of home in them is rather romantic.
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