Will there be Crumb?

And my dear –

What will remain of our love,

when I’m done with this

Scone, here?

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Will there any crumbs be

Leftover

For you and me?

Will there any remains be

Of your love,

Of you, my dear?

 

Will I ever be able to get

a taste of the crumbs of your love dear?

Something is coming continued

This time,

Her head was cracked backwards

She had curly hair

Her mouth ripped side to side

In joyous shrieks,

She was crackling her S.O.S.

And again,

A sense of happiness and relief

For her.

She is in no doubt, agony.

But I am happy for her.

Because, I think…

I no longer associate agony as a bad thing.

Maybe I know this is what she needs

That this is what we all need

To move on to the next level.

She knows this too,

She knows she is being saved

She knows she is about to enter

I swear it is birth itself personified

You just don’t see the blood

You just don’t see the Mother pushing,

Her teeth of ivory, hard-gritting

With tears of joy and ever-lasting love exuding from and through her being.

You just don’t see the Father awaiting,

With grateful arms carefully open,

to catch, to hold,

Eyes glistening with awe and fear at the unencompassable beauty that is about to enter the world.

It is a birth,

It is anxious

It is full of possibilities,

But not uncertain,

Rather, it is so certain.

So certainly happening,

She is coming

She is coming

She is coming.

More than she knows,

More than she’d ever be able to fully grasp in the moment.

I await.

Desperately

For her coming.

Patiently.

I await.

Actively.

Unhurriedly.

I await.

Faithfully.

I await.

Something is coming

I can sense it.
Roar.
I close my eyes.
Darkness,
And something from the right,
A blasting scream
A woman’s shriek.
Long, black, ruffled, coarse
Hair.
She screams with all her might,
Fear
I’m gladdened by the sound.
Roar.
It tickles me,
Excites
My Heart
Wants to know,
Awaits more

I sense it.
Something is coming.

She is Fierce.
She is insistent.
She is Loud,
But calls from afar.
Yet I feel her
So close.
I feel,
So close.

Her nails are clawing
She is reaching
And reaching
Her legs flailing,
And kicking

She wants to be free.
She wants to run.
She wants to gallop.
But she doesn’t want to flee.

Not away from something,
But towards somewhere.

She wants to feel the wind.
She wants to drink the raindrops.
She wants to smell the Earth.
She wants to be her Beast.

She wants to be bare.
She wants to receive.
She smells the moist air
If only she could reach…

It’s almost an orgasm
I feel
Her coming.
She is so desperate
She is making me tear.
She is in agony,
She knocks, and bangs
Persistently.

She fights for her life.
Not a life,
But her life.

She hisses her tongue,
She knows a secret language
How
I don’t know
But she is so clever,
She knows.
Grin.
Her time is almost up.
She will come out soon.
Let all men dread
Her return.
Rebirth
Her run.
Her wrath.
Her love.
Her path.

Soon, she will come.
She will come.
She will come.

Yes, she will come
She will come
She is.
Come

phantom lover of mine

I don’t know
are you another ghost?
who lays beside me
in this pre-dawn darkness
whose eyes glisten
staring ever so loving
is it you?
is it really you?

I don’t know
I don’t know
Who lays beside me
these dark, sleepless nights
I only know
who I wish it would be
who I wish it could be
who I need it to be
holding me close
holding me tight
through these long endless nights