beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

The Key

I

Still

Burn

For you
But I hold back
The playful primacy
The fury of want,
Need I have,
When you’ve come to me,
Sobbing and penitent,
I have put my self to
One side,
To offer what comfort
I can,
Spare change,
Against the vault of treasure,
Where we play amidst rivers
Of golden coin,
And how I would
Spend
Spend
Spend
If you gave me,
The key
Again.
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I Call You Forth

Your face,

Soft beneath my rough hands,

Made gentle by the reverence

With which I touch you,

Yet I see you

As you are,

How pieces of you

Coaxed forth,

Contradictions,

Dichotomies,

Ferocity of surrender

A set of expressions,

Only I know,

Attention paid

Is its own reward,

I keep your secret self,

Close to my skin

Stainless steel through flesh,

And I call you forth,

Whenever you think

Of

Me

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A Request – Crowdsourcing For A Poetry Anthology

I’m considering self-publishing a collection of my poetry, and wondered if you had any favourites of mine that you would consider paying to have in print?

Please leave answers in the comments below or email me thelov3w3mak3@gmail.com with your thoughts. Also, if you’re interested in collaborating, give me a shout as I’m interested in seeing if anyone does.

Thank you,

Matt

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Jagged

Written by Jacob Ibrag These wounds won’t heal. Cuts from years past holding onto my present. ‘Maybe you want them to stay fresh. A constant denominator to remind you of what happened.’ These wounds look the same. The shape of a familiar face, a carving made recently. ‘Nocturnal tendencies. Waking in similar skin. The aware […]

via Jagged — Eyes + Words

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