when desire
liberates rapacious fingers
and then strikes, strikes, strikes...
and then we wake up
and the turmoil has left our bodies exhausted
the desire gone to its winter lair
and our torn carcasses lie on the torn grounds
of linen
and soaked sweat.
short was the winter
and desire rages once more and again
gigantic hunger acerbated by puny sleep
its temper short
mauls heavy when jaws part wide
and it gulps us whole
cleaving our bodies between munching maxillae
and turning us desire fodder
the mush of our mangled flesh
broiling in its own heat
and secretions.
desire goes to sleep again
for another short winter,
and we wonder – how shall we call the other season,
armageddon?
Author notes
well, i am alive but seems that most of my "followers" are dead, lol . hey, cheerio to those still alive and kicking, you are the best . and anyway, most of my pleasure lies not in reading but rather in... writing. you wouldn't have guessed, would you?
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Quite lovely
What I remember most is my desire. Nohing can be so hot.
What I remember most is eyelids against my cheek.
What I remember most is your hair tickling my ear.
What I remember most is the taste of your breath.
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Ah..what a beautiful way to depict the the life and its wings..and craftig the definations as well..I love it and my thanks for sharing it with me...well done..
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thank you, my friend
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Knock, knock? My I kick a bit too? Your Poetry is for all seasons...(P is not big by the caps lock mistake, you know what I think about your writing and I will not change my mind. Just go and kick them all down.
~Sonja~
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"when desire
liberates rapacious fingers
and then strikes, strikes, strikes..."
Three strikes...& you're in. 
Writing? Really? I'd have thought otherwise, considering the poem's explosive contents. 
I am quite sure your "followers" will be here, forthwith; perhaps they were merely delayed by the inevitably heavy traffic. 
I am not dead...yet...only very busy trying to get back in the swing of things after my unwilling & quite tiresome hiatus. How wonderful to log in & see one of my favorites Scribes having posted anew. You were missed, my Friend. Cheerio, indeed. 
Wanda
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