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    dots Submission Name: Flesh In The Coalsdots

    Author: Reckoner
    Elite Ratio:    5.04 - 122/164/128
    Words: 443
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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       How can I explain to the only woman I have ever loved, that she is all I want? I just wish she understood how insignificant the rest of my life is...all that wasteland that dies more each year that it is surrounded by me.

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    dotsFlesh In The Coalsdots

    These were her flames
    A torrent of heat split both ends of the wall
    Opening a rift between that old world of fear and disillusion
    And the one that spilled burning liquids
    Upon deserving lips

    Glowing between these charred embers,
    Her eyes, floating across the darkness,
    Two parched beasts, falling lifelessly across the width of my chest
    Out of breath and oh so hungry for what grew below that hot sand
    She filled her lips with me

    Mechanical memories
    Clockwork ceremonies
    All these rituals of lust and scolding vapor trails
    Engines at work with no real parts to move
    She was a stranger to this cage of draining emotion

    Sleeping outside of my chest cavity,
    She whispered a short melody of thankfulness
    And dreamed as a ghost would dream, moving soundlessly past my ribcage
    She spoke directly to my heart
    Calming her chest with both hands, she kissed her beating deity

    Everything that flows into your pumping generosity is a part of me now
    We two were pulled together by super thin membranes,
    Unseen to the eyes of those who cannot give all of themselves
    Masked devotion, beckoning us to fall upon each other's fate
    The most divine dismemberment of who we really are

    The clouds in the sky hold mostly liquid, but for us they drop only words
    Words that find us out even when we are drowning in vats of blackened mud
    These words define our very existance
    Our reason for living, they're reason for striking matches
    We utter the words that start those random fires

    When you open your eyes again the flicker will still be there
    One little flame bouncing off the ends of two untouched shavings
    The sweat from the night before will be plastered on the side of your face
    And the walls will still glisten from the fun we had
    Enjoy the part that my lips make, along the line that the sun makes on the floor

    Locks on the outsides of the doors
    The cold blast of wind that we grew up in, all but forgotten now
    You inscribe new desires into my skull everytime you stroke my curls
    Spreading your fingers across my mouth now,
    My tongue trips up every warm finger just to catch that fleshy signature again

    A delicate flame, dancing over this spoiled boy's body
    I want to melt along with the liquids she is making me spill
    A place between those white pearly embers,
    To catch my breath, before I play the part of slave to her dry throat forever
    These were her flames, given unto me

    Submitted on 2005-11-18 18:18:08     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      it's not easy to make anyone understand that. especially with such a strong cage around both your hearts. Time.... give it time.
    | Posted on 2006-08-29 00:00:00 | by angelfyre | [ Reply to This ]

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