At twilight, the babies cry,
bold-mouthed screech
begging for a hand,
a quieting pat
as if their fragile,
crystalline world shattered
without it, utterly sincere,
though not completely
sincere.
Brittle, not fragile,
tiny chips of existence
swept noiselessly beneath
Persian floor-rugs; We say
thought wanders
where it should
sweep,
Unruly, loathsome nostalgia
flecked from floorboard
to mantle; vacuuming proved
useless. We pay attention
to other things, hoping
this weeks allergy medicine
stems the motes of moth-winged
us the once-was-us,
Once wrapped in swatches
of soft linen and mute yellow
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She looked like a bitter love song
wrapped in a gaudy, lime green dress
that barely hid anything she was trying to sell,
her past welling up in tiny scars,
purpled, blackened wishes of "remember me."
Smoke slithered up from the thin menthol
cradled between her scarlet-dipped fingertips,
the Kahlúa and cream she pressed to her lips
tossing sleeplessly in her belly.
She will act aloof and disinterested (as she
always does) before lifting the gaudy hem
of that gaudy skirt, the fabric bunching
over the object of her next memory's conquest.
Hobbling away, nestled underneath someone's arm,
she will clack noisily against pavement,
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it was really sweet
it was really sweet
the way you swallowed the kiss,
pulling away with a sated,
so-full murmur like a kitten drunk
from too much cream and stumbling
contentedly into its mother's flank.
i heard it land with a -plop!-
in your belly and sink
between the acrid waves.
it's too much to wish
my silent lip press thrums
in your hepatic pathways,
shivers along your cilia
with each tender breath, bubbles
up from your dermis and sweat
ducts and settles, clinging
misty fine to your buttermilk skin.
your nuts and bolts will me
to your complexity, your saliva, your faint,
smiling skin, so beautifully
contaminated. you drew sad,
concentrated breath from kicked sand,
superb and yellow-sun-warm and numb,
broken from Earth, lovely Earth
dissolving; ten thousand little solidities kiss
and fall from sight. hands, bodies vanish
in a froth of sensual trembling,
a conglomeration of prowling
biological shadows shook
from a wonderful, blue sunset,
a hallucination both incurable and fair.
i haven't (totally) forgotten about dA, just kind of... neglected it. u_u
i still fully intend to get the rest of my (good) art up here, and then hopefully be encouraged to keep making stuff to share.
since i last posted, i...
- finished up a terrible short family-related trip.
- went to England to see my boy. <3 (and some other people)
- did the annual summer familial pilgrimage.
- managed to totally screw over my harddrive and lost pretty much everything since a few days before my birthday (Feb 27th or so?).
so, fun times... (both literally and sarcastically.)
i'm a little jaded on dealing with computers atm, due to aforemention
so i just got all this and i'm moving in all my old artworks. i'm a little ashamed since i'm doing next to nothing outside of classes these days, compared to a couple years ago... also some of my images look a little washed out after uploading... :[ i'm mostly done for now, but more old (and new) stuff to come.