I want to grab fear by the throat
hold it close
caress its skin
stroke its hair and whisper everything will be alright if it gives in
I want to roam free
Hear nothing but moans of yes and please
feel the electricity emanating from deep within
unburdening myself with ease
Lost in power, drunk on control
stranger to preconceived notions and foolish idealisms
bringing life to its knees
eager and panting
I want to sleep in peace
covered in sweat, body exhausted
past buried, flesh dissolved
a corpse unrecognizable
So what’s our safeword going to be?
r a w l u s t
drinking in wine and heat
gnawing at the insides, propagating til it’s slipping out through every crevice
selfish, all encompasing,
r a g i n g d e s i r e
same old mistakes bathed in
laughing from the bridge at drowned insecurities
everything in technicolor for the first time
is it wrong to want to feel alive?
hands tied, legs free.
red hot to the touch
eyes, lips, fingertips consuming every square inch of new territory
fears ringing through bone
swimming in stomach acid
wildest fantasies realized
convinced “the right thing” doesn’t exist
convinced it’s all ever just been bullshit
wrapped in plastic with a bow on it
dripping from our tongues
hurt, healed, open
lost in wilderness for so long
misplaced in false hopes/idols
defined and redefined however you please
brought back to the start with renewed strength and a fresh perspective
Street corners in the inner city,
Cul de sacs in the suburbs,
Nowhere feels safe.
They steal from us, then degrade us.
Arrest and slay us.
Trying everyday in every way to erase us from history,
But still we fight (and fight we must!)
we refuse to abide.
Sometimes looking back
you get livid with yourself
for being angry/pathetic/vulnerable when you shouldn’t have been
the permanence of the past rapping at the chamber door to your soul
find solace in the fact that while the past is permanent
the past has passed