i can feel you yielding, conceding.
that engulfing suppleness of mind,
ripe for the taking
i carve my initials into you, heels down,
your skin surrendering soft, swollen scars
to my burgeoning caress
if anything were meant to be, it is this,
a toast to a consummate thirst,
and to our reckless lust.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
thirst
Posted by boudica of suburbia at 9/27/2007 1 comments
Sunday, September 23, 2007
duress
It is in this moment that you realise
that life stumbled out into the crowd
to be torn to pieces
and sowed and reaped
by those who did it proud.
And all you have become and ever will
in a backward glance when time stood still
and slowly dawned the resignation
that all that you've left are rattling diffusions
and a slowly numbing thrill
For all the times it hurt, I'll hold you
and break away you might well try
the silk it binds your soul, dear girl
for we are one, same skin, same mind
bound by sweet duress
and the pain begins to rise
Posted by boudica of suburbia at 9/23/2007 2 comments
Saturday, September 22, 2007
100% concentrate of boredom
Fragile
Framboise
Just
Jalapeno
Pesilent
Peach
Lagoubrious
Lychee
Expectant
Egg
Chivalrous
Carrot
Posted by boudica of suburbia at 9/22/2007 0 comments
Thursday, September 20, 2007
There needs to be
Something to fill the interim,
But I couldn't tell you what it was.
It's probably the time to say
That I've broken the sacred pact,
That I gave up with the jigsaw
(On trying to find a match)
And flung myself at the mercy
Of another vile catch.
Back to old habits, I say!
Sitting here
Sipping on
My pint of pinot rose.
The wine may be the reason for this awful shitty poem
ner ner n-ner, ner ner n-ner, ner ner n-ner ner owe 'em.
Posted by boudica of suburbia at 9/20/2007 1 comments
Saturday, September 15, 2007
prick
stop pinning your hopes on me
Posted by boudica of suburbia at 9/15/2007 2 comments