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[sid] => 160129
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => luxuria
[time] => 2010-05-25 13:41:25
[hometext] => one of the seven. . . for S~
[bodytext] => dream. . . I am thy changeling. . . a dancing rune at night. . . a hungering for salvation. . . a haunted offering, smite. . . a soul link. . . a dispersion. . . an ancient spell reflection. . . the chaos of a shadow dance. . . the fleeting grasp of time. . . what I was & what I am. . . everything that I propose, does sadly crumble 'nigh my continence is weary, is the setting, as of soleil is the cobbling of instances, the dawning of new day. . . amongst the heat & metamorphosis, I go calmly as the flowering bud, the chastened earthly pledge to kneel, to pray, yeah, to entreat, with patience in my tears. . . the lust that binds, that shoulders rogues, has sorely left mine eye. . . . . . settling. . . settling it has settled. . . has arranged itself, but not to such a shallow depth has gently coalesced. . . has caused my heart to faint. . . that silent, throbbing orb, disturbed with shadowing flaw & stinging thrist. . . a hunger. . . that disgrace. my loins do burn, in every corner, in closets of the fleshy kind & smouldering, I burn. . . within the sweetest of incense, my pale consort, desire. I pray. . . let me lift up these two hands . . . let me offer up a pantheon of pleasures' strong demands so that we might yet melt into the shadowflame of that other-worldly creature. . . that lost, dark manifest. . . become one within the truing relinguish we, these lonely husks. . . of which we cannot salve. My love is but a breathe, mistaken. . . a hallowed, lonely calx. . . my glyph, a hemoraged bondage, a siren. . . stone, without, alone in her crypt, longing, a deathtoll in her wake. . . I can only love to love when the love is what's a stake, when the surface is a sandstorm, the center, crazed & sorely lacking the veneer, amiss & splintered, a tyrant on a leash. & lured into each fracture, I divine that glistening visage that only mirrors mine. a vestige & a pauper. . . a melody. . . a wake. a slave, unto this consourse. . . I traverse to be thine phrase, I am obliged & 'midst the lowly shunt of sigh. . . the edge of give & take. . . I give to give. . . but beg to scatter naught. . . to dwell within your rapture. . . to die within your scape. . . [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 75 [informant] => elle [notes] => Edited per request in Poem Edit and Deletion Requests Moderator_18 May 25, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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