an acumen

sharpen the claws of my wits against…………………….uncouth fumblings after midnight, pockets full of hearts…………………….dealings of marrow, consciousness, bones picked clean…………………….sometimes you’re there too ~ I see you, repository glider…………………….push me, pull my hair, bite my skin…………………….tear yourself from me…………………….ephemeral abscond, leave me jejund, unfed, unleashed…………………….my arid skin burns…………………….vacant, fervid, carnal…………………….what I feel would leave you cindered, inhaled into my lungs, rapt.

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3 comments
  1. jorees said:

    This is a very interesting poem with a very intriguing painting. I would like to know more about some of the artists you feature on your blog.

  2. Sarah said:

    This one was Andrew Ek ~ I truly should pay proper homage to the artists I feature but this isn’t their platform for expression, they simply aid in mine.

  3. vahik said:

    very good painting profesinal ok…

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