Horizon of desirous lust.


In awe I find myself watching you
Devouring your seed of thought
within this reflective stance, the
mirrored contrast of reality, bound
by unseen rope connecting us at the core. Caught essence of a shadow beyond our horizon of desirous lust
the intimate trails of bonding
coveting existence. In awe I find
myself watching you, fearful at times. Love is this life’s new exchange value, with flesh comes intimacy with intimacy comes
flesh at a cost greater than I
ever known, exchange for payment
comes at regular intervals each
receipt, titled, ‘this is being loved’.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
Image and words

Devour you and create the perfect storm.

Could I,
I need too,
Can I…
I really need to
spill myself
across your
naked form.
I really need
to have you
now, and please
leave my spirit
I really want to feel you
watch it leave, enter,
watch you glow.
I really want to mark
your soul
tattoo it with my name
I want for it too know,
things will never be the same.
I want to brand you
In my scent,
two souls
always meant.
I really need to spill myself
Across your naked form,
devour what is mine and
create a perfect t storm.

Karen Hayward ©2016