Cacoethes Scribendi

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Compulsion
This fervent desire awake in me.
The need to be heard
Through my fingers
Onto the page.
To put down what I think
The blood, the sweat, the tears,
My rapture into ink.
 
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History of Lust

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There is a history of lust
Between you and I.
Of burning desires,
Of unravelling sheets.
Clothing torn,
In our needs and our musts.

There is a history of lust.
Of temperatures rising
In feverish collusions,
Frantic delights
In the hours of night; colliding
In all our needs and our musts.

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The Deal

Is it cruelty that prompts you
To withhold your touch,
To walk away, renege on the deal.

Or is this just a dance?

Are there steps I should know
If I desire to pull you close.
If I want you to hold.
 
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Originally Published 3 May 2016 

Wildfire

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Sets the sun ablaze,
Igniting the fire within.
Passion threatens
To overflow. As the muse
Takes hold and won’t let me go.

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Originally Published 10 August 2015

While it thunders outside

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Kiss me on the lips,
I’ll hold you in my arms
‘til the night has calmed.

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Originally Published 18 July 2015

(My World)

lights

Let me in,

Let me in.

You can’t keep me outside tonight.

You can’t keep me away from the light,

The flame you’ve lit is burning inside

And now all I want to do

Is share the sins of the world

(My world) with you.

 

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Shed a Drop


I’m lost in your summer
In your gentle heat haze.
Adrift in your ocean,
Those shimmering blue eyes.
Falling and falling,
Forever and a day
And I can’t help recalling
Every word you say.

And I wonder
Am I doing it right
Gazing on your beauty
In wordless delight.
Searching ever searching
For illuminating phrases
To shred the darkness,
Shed a drop of light.

If I am the shadows
Then you are the rays of the sun.
If I am a drop in the ocean
Then you are the one.

Searching ever searching
In wordless delight
Forever in twilight
Stumbling at dusk.
Wanting to shred the darkness,
Shed a drop of light.
Silence maybe golden
But it don’t get the words right.
 
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Lover’s Steps

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Belly laughs and lover’s steps
Upon the stairs,
Emotional devotion.
Sentences intertwined like limbs,
In the chaos of calming breath;
The aftermath.
Stillness
Conspires with the electricity
Of touch.
This aftermath
With sheets disarranged, soliloquy of destruction –
Is this the scene of crime or a passion play,
Where husks of human flesh lay spent.
 
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Datum

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I’m waiting for your virtual touch –
The virtuous feeling,
Your digital meaning.
The coded transmission
Between you and my heart.
The information download
That you started.
Electrical impulses,
Laser guided
Like satellites in the dark.
 
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Waiting for The Elation

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Waiting,
Forever waiting
For the elation
You promised to bring.
The promise you made
To pay the bearer
Of this broken heart.
I didn’t want diamonds,
Never asked for money or gold
For they won’t keep me safe from the cold,
But you promised a kiss.

But you left me
Waiting,
Forever waiting
For the elation
You promised to bring.
Waiting for you
To pay the bearer
Of this broken heart
With a kiss.
 
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