I want to write poetry on your skin.
I want to sink my teeth into the ridge of your hip
until there's a five-seven-five pattern there.
I want to take pens and markers and razor blades
and carve an epic into you,
laving typos with my tongue.
I want to claw sonnets on your back,
fourteen lines of fingernail marks
in perfect iambic pentameter.
I want fingerprint-bruise-couplets
on your forearms
and red-half-moons of villanelle
on your inner thighs.
I want you stretched out and
tied to the bedposts like new paper,
clean and begging
for me to cover you with my words.
I want to etch my love into you
before you forget.
















Comments
*grin* Yeah...a lot of my stuff tends to be twisted, some more so than others. Just figured I'd post this one first because it's one of my personal favs.
Thanks again,
~Kat
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*Ubergrin*
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love it
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if you says its too much too young
then i'm going to smile and say
even if i get my heart broken
i wouldnt have it any other way.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
Well Done
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-Where do you run to so far away?
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Punk Biscuit
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. . . omnia vincint amor; et nos cedamos amori . . .
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*Dont dwell on the negative things of the past but the positive things of the future*
*LoveLoveLove*
This is utterly stunning... My words...Are bleak...
I am wordless.
You are an amazing writer.
I envy you.
*Fav-ed*
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It Is Both Because Life Is Both. Loving Yet Cruel. Understandable Yet Beyond The Human Mind. Everything Yet Nothing. All At The Same Time.
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