hear me,
biting deep in the wood of the bed
crunching to shards the last glass of wine you touched
the withered stem of the withered flower of my withered hand
the living thorns and the dying perfumes
and the phone book of your abode,
see the splinters in my hanging tongue
dripping the drops of my life
to die in the dust of my carpet?
I cared once,
for the masses and for the oppressed
and for prisoners of war and those of dead relationships
and of terrible wounds and sickness
and victims
of the holiness of man in all its ugliness
and its vainglorious self righteousness,
I was ready to kill
for life.
all I want now
is bite,
to bite in your lip and to bite in your breast and to bite in your thigh
lock my jaws
and let the oozing elixir of you
mix with the drooling slaver of me
petrify my maxillae in that eternal, mute ode
to your carniferous forest of bones
and beauty. yes,
you’ll have to drag that dead lump of my flesh behind you
until it rots away
or you cut it out of your flesh.
I wish to care, again,
for the masses and for the oppressed
and prisoners and victims and those dragging their throes through my heart
and those who don’t,
after I bite into you my brand
and nurse it with the salts in my sweat
and the sugars in the petals I will pour between your nakedness
and my bed.
A contest entry
- Odd Titles Randomly Selected From My Favorites Writes By Other AP Artists List by lunarlunacy.
996 points, ended August 1, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congratulations for well deserved silver.
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This Is just amazing, the entire piece just flows across the page with intensity and emotion...
Congratulations on a fantastic read
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well, i certainly have a bigger size chest after this comment, lol, thanks my friend
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Umm intense
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this certainly was the idea, thanks my friend
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Such excellent mayhem, in a silent shell..
Beautiful..
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thank you, my friend
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i guess, once smitten, being bitten is easier. i like your use of metaphor. i also like the way the poem makes my heart race and causes me to want to be near my most intimate friend. [LOL] mad, crazy love tends to cause the need for more.
"after I bite into you my brand
and nurse it with the salts in my sweat"
now, that is sultry.
great! good luck with this entry in the contest. [MOW] -
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thank you, my friend
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Since I'm a big dog lover i must admit the title pulled me in. Well, to be honest, not just the title but your name too because I know that when I want to read love and sensuality that bursts forth from the core with an unmatched intensity, then I just have to visit your pages, my friend. Jaaa...growl and howl - this is the way to bite life and love! This is the food of love that results in an even, wider-spread caring and loving. Luckily I'm not afraid of dogs
!! Wonderful writing.. if love isn't madness, it isn't love.
~ Nicolette
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if it isn't love, it isn't madness
. yes, true, if you want to read love and sensuality bursting with intensity - you have to visit me . i have to find another dog to pull you in, lol. thanks for your everlasting wit and friendship, nic
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Oh, my... I am speechless...
~Sonja~
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and yet... you found the words . thank you my dear sonja
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What woman can resist such madnesses of Love's creation??? As long as she has a plethora of bandages, that is. 
This is staggering in its depths, Scribe. Good luck in lunar's contest, my Friend.
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you'll be surprised how many. but then... they are not Women of course. thank you for seeing beyond the rocky surface, dear girl
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