i heard a heartbeat that never ended
no thump unnamed, no moment unblended
a splendid high-pitched frequency
i learned from it's fullness
i am frequent,
see?
howling
and growling on the hill,
there is nothing i can't trap
and kill
spilling will is the deepest bliss
so,
be still when you aim and miss
try that but, kindly,
don't try this
fists can't hurt a masochist
no one knows a valuable thing
unless they bring a potent sting
a fight happening outside
the ring
moments win what futures bring
whisper, love
my goosebumps sing
on my neck,
through my wings
trembling as a dream tells
a king from boys (who are deep wells)
lifting hands out of shells
i fell
oh, mother,
my heart swells!
and it all makes me wish one wish
that he were a worm on a hook and
i, a fish
my wounds are all
healed and kissed
the bluest flame burns my wrist
branded,
the pleasure is readily missed
this time,
the blow made me hiss
make me shiver and i'll dismiss
that beating that was
so unearned
my nerves throb,
they exist
a knob turns and i swerve
caught with an expression so lost
and curved
tears falling expecting demise
for a long moment, so frantic
the prize
a romantic waiting to be cut down to size
then,
extending, holy
is his hand to my weary face
grace slips low and races
to the vast and jaded space
a masochist surrendering
as fingers start to trace
hands sweeping skin
so lightly
tumbling into embrace
to let go of my pace
and the fumbling of the night
a hand holding a face
and a
frenzied
tender
bite
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
