It’s about control. My control over you, over external stimuli, it’s about navigating my pleasure zones, taking them cliff edge and jumping, naked, abandoned into an angry sea of lust. Its about power, swinging the kinetic pen- du- lum in favour of me, of you, of me, of you. It’s nature’s force rising within, screaming obscenities into the silent sky. It’s about embracing taboos, painting them across my torso, mapping them across my hip, kissing them deep into my existence. It’s about liberation, those shackles that bind, the ropes that burn, the belt that reddens The hands that restrain… It’s about losing sight and gaining… Sight Being led into temptation and made to feed. To gorge on sin To devour whimsical wishes, its about control… My control in your hands, my power in your fingers My need in your kisses My desire in your strokes My passion burning in your eyes It’s all about trust Power/ trust/ control Yours… Mine… They are the same Its about unity.
A am a speck Star dust. An atom. A mass of atoms. A form created into structure. Biological evolution. I am a gender. A stereotype. Flesh, bones and grey matter.
And for the longest time the world’s axis stopped spinning at this realisation.
I am a speck. An atom among atoms. Star dust with an ancient soul, I am my reality Living within another’s surviving in a country among countries on a planet, among planets Within a universe… I am a speck.
A life devoid of emotions.
Let the sin of skin speak the truths and
devour our souls as passion slips
through onto the page. Fill the
emptiness with desire. Desire.
Desire that is inspired by an emotional
attraction. Fuse the temporary emotions
that can be created for purpose. Purpose,
the emotional state of being. Without being there
is no purpose. Emptiness that devours the soul
even death would be a welcomed benefactor, there
is no fate worse than this, the vastness of an
abyss. Frozen in time as an old homemade VHS tape
flicks though the candid camera. Before pictures.
Black and white tinged in belief, spoiled now
with a rainbows smear as even the leprechaun
sheds a tear for the broken. To venture, leave
behind past scars and become devoted to the
moment without concern for the future.
Remove my domino, let the cloak fall to
my feet and bare myself with the abandonment
of an untouched spirit and let passion be the
sparkle in my dying eyes. A life devoid of
emotion, is no life at all, it is the black abyss
of faithful regret, the cerebral effect of monotone
existence. It buries me raw in the bloodied
mud of mistrust and flows through my veins
poisoning my essence. It is the slow death
that creeps though your days as the angel
hides in the shadows, watching and waiting
to collect your part lived soul. But as he reaches
down to pick you out from the crowd, the
hollow shell cracks, the soul atomized. Forgotten
dust as the breeze carries the delicate petals
on new adventures.
Give me dark.
Take away the light,
Let me sit
Beneath a black sky,
As dying stars
As moon light
Dances in my eyes.
And in that moment,
As the darkness
Swarms around me
Look deep into the blues,
Past her reflective glare
Past the stars that are no longer there,
look only if you dare.
Because it’s there,
That you will find me,