The tourist . repost from dark

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brian madden
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since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

0 posted 2001-01-03 08:16 PM

I can not breathe for you my love,
your only request is left unfulfilled.
Hang me from your corners
a pathetic beauty;
your struck skin pendulum.
Lay on my belly a bed
of glass to kiss your face
and weep upon your mask.
Could this be the devotion
I have always desired? My body
bleeds red ribbons of desire,
cleanse my filth in vinegar.
I am shook of your accord,
to the sweat slapped from my face,
one second you hold me tenderly,
with that motherly embrace
only to retort with the fatherly response.

Feel nothing under the strain
of bliss seeping in vibration,
raw hides on hard heeled
driven through, linked and bound.
I am a statue, purpled blacked and crimson,
a flesh tone tainted with your fist.
Fainting under your duress, each gloved
touch heightens sensation in stagnant flesh.
Your musk of damp second skin
assaults my mouth as fingers
choke my throat. Wild floral
perfume soaks on skin forced to the bone.

You are the dance of polished skin
in dark, an icy enforced
cardinal death, I am the tourist,
human in denial,
of all the beauty you present.
Gagged I can not utter grace for you.
What words would I scream under sweet surrender
Now that we have suppressed all pain into pleasure?

It connects hard with my stomach,
Lured over, it erupts from my ribs
rippling through my chest, pounding
at first then gently caressing,
shaking me to my knees.
I allow my swollen flesh to smile,
for isn't love a exquisite thing.
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"I'm sure you think I'm spiteful because I enjoy things that make you go pale and tremble. You believe me spiteful and heartless, don't you?"

The Torture Garden

by Octave Mirbeau.

It's in your eyes a fire that's wild and glorious
Unhibited, unfinished in everything I do Let the morning rise like our hearts desire" whipping boy

Mark Bohannan
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-06-21

Posts 7269
In the winds of Cherokee song

1 posted 2001-01-03 08:26 PM

I think maybe we all are tourist when it comes to love. This was a remarkable write my friend but of course YOU already knew that and that is great.

I enjoyed the read and the mix of emotions were very captivating to say the least.

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

2 posted 2001-01-04 02:23 PM

I can not breathe for you my love,
your only request is left unfulfilled.
Hang me from your corners
a pathetic beauty;
your struck skin pendulum.
Lay on my belly a bed
of glass to kiss your face
and weep upon your mask.
Could this be the devotion
I have always desired? My body
bleeds red ribbons of desire,

===================
You are the dance of polished skin
in dark, an icy enforced
cardinal death, I am the tourist,
human in denial,
of all the beauty you present.
Gagged I can not utter grace for you.
What words would I scream under sweet surrender
Now that we have suppressed all pain into pleasure?

It connects hard with my stomach,
Lured over, it erupts from my ribs
rippling through my chest, pounding
at first then gently caressing,
shaking me to my knees.
I allow my swollen flesh to smile,
for isn't love a exquisite thing.
==================
oh damn ... me thinks me needs me tylenol ...
me thinks me needs to share it with you

oh man Bri-gator .. does it hurt to go this deep?
awesome my prince of metaphor...awesome
that last line ... poetic perfection
later-going deep-gator
eve

Am I loved by my words
Will my vows weather the tide
Bended knees can forsee
all the rhythms of life
And a heart can be held without pride
~Vante

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

3 posted 2001-01-04 03:16 PM

Very interesting...James

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

4 posted 2001-01-05 05:11 PM

Really beautiful! Separate credit cards have their advantages you know!

brian madden
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since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

5 posted 2001-01-06 09:59 AM

Mark, I agree that we are all just tourists, but not just of love but of life itself. Thank your your response those words mean alot to me. thank you.

eve, it is not as bad as it looks, thanks for the offer of the tylenol but you see I got someone special to kiss me better.

Thank you for your generous words.

James, thanks.

ethome, glad that the beauty in this one could be seen. I always use separate credit cards.

Thanks for your very kind reply.

There's a feeling of contentment Now that you are here I feel satisfied I belong
inside Your velvet heaven" Depeche mode

hoot_owl_rn
Member Patricius

since 1999-07-05

Posts 10750
Glen Hope, PA USA

6 posted 2001-01-06 10:04 AM

Wow, what a totally different approach you've used her...man, and those last couple of lines...the clinchers to the poem.

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

7 posted 2001-01-06 10:15 AM

I allow my swollen flesh to smile,
for isn't love a exquisite thing.-----

Nothing cliche' about YOU luv---my gosh...this was quite a ride...the tourist, eh? Where's the pics? Don't tourists always take pics...with a Janet Marie winkie winkie to ya! And yep. LOVE HURTS.

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