Monday, August 15, 2011

I need...

I need You to pull me in with that soft kiss 
and gentle caress.
Lure me down with Your hand in my hair
and that particular touch of infinite care.

I need You to
unleash Yourself on me and set the Beast free.
Take me to my knees
make me
whatever You want me to be.
Push me over the edge and into the abyss
with Your raging kiss.
Down that road through blood sweat and years
Far beyond my fears
washing them away with my tears.

I need You to momentarily
rip away my humanity
to strip away the superficial.
to bury Yourself in my body
and roam through my mind.

I need You to flow through my soul
tearing away all thought and everything I am not.
Force me to my knees and smile quietly in the face of my screams
as I rest at your feet.

Take me outside of the lines
where the only word I hear is "mine"
where we exist
outside of time.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Happy Birthday (belated) to Some Sub Text

One year ago yesterday -- I started Some Sub Text

as a place to post some poetry -- to share it with those who want to read it -- and have a place where you can post as well

and we've had some amazing contributors

if you want to post a poem?

Just email me at yourpeacefulone@gmail.com

until then?

thank you for reading
and for writing

sfp

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Cease to Bleed -- by Mockingbird

It's like being fucked on a bed of glass
When you treat me like a piece of ass
The shards dig deeper with every thrust
Until they disappear


Later all the strangers say
A lonely thing, a little plain
I wonder if I'll be whole again
I wonder if I'll cease to bleed


Fuck me on your bed of glass
Treat me like a piece of ass
Their hurtful words dig ever deeper
Until they disappear


His breath upon my ear, fingers in my hair
And he says: I wonder if you'll cease to bleed
My lonely bird, just ride the pain

(Want to read more about Mockingbird? Check out her blog at: http://mockingbird-peripeteia.blogspot.com/ )

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Your beating heart

Lay me out on Your bed
with my head on your shoulder
the years are flying by and we are getting older.
Just let me lie here 
listening to the beating of your heart
the most beautiful sound in the dark
as your chest rises and falls with your breath
life itself signals an imminent death.
Just let me lay here forever
feeling you breath
I never want to leave.
With my head on your shoulder
hearing your beating heart
a beacon in the dark.

In some place
where I am You
and You are me
where each other is all we see
You are all I need
everything I believe in.

Just give me forever
the sound of your beating heart
here in the dark.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

I want

I want
to
go back
and be
what we were
and
somehow
stop
what we are
from becoming

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Bent but not broken

To bend but not break
to find out what exactly I can take
to be in that space where nothing is fake.
 Just You and me
completely open and free.

Taking a leap of faith into the familiar unknown
where I am property and You are owner.
Dive off the edge and hope to land
on that invisible bridge
as we play at the edges of reality
where what is will be
and together we are forever free.

Bent but not broken
kneeling at Your feet
waiting to hear those three little words
"you please me."

The mark of Your lips on my head
as lines burn tracks across my body
traced by Your fingertips
as You outline my soul
making me complete and whole.

No longer afraid of the words unspoken
I am...
bent but not broken.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

This thing we do

This thing we do
has become a part of me
and a part of you
It is difficult to remember time before
when I was not your whore.
I know I'm pushing hard
waiting for the 'oh shit" moment
when I have no words left to fall back on that can make you stop.
Because we took another step into the abyss
and crossed another line transcending time.
That place where you say "Mine"
and I melt at your feet
in this burning heat
that washes my soul clean.
Where life is a measure of extremes 
and there is nothing in between 
you and me.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

They Come To Me

in a hotel room
at lunchtime
by the light of the moon
or as the sun rises
you live in my town
or up in the city
whether i come to you
or you come to me

a mess in need
you've come for one thing
each of you
have the same in mind
you all come to me
under a guise of seduction
and the thrill of the forbidden
but in me a different fulfillment
you each will find

with your boss on your back
your fading love affair
your marriage that lacks
with money to burn
or money you saved
you buy what you want
but more than you realize
is what you get back

i see you for you
for the beauty and pain
you bring to the room
for the sensual nature
the passion that exists
the animalistic urges you release
deep within you that
you want to see again

you come clean and fresh
and eager to please
you meet an angel
who speaks on your level
who worships you entirely
who wishes only to ease your deepest sorrows
looking up at you
from her knees

when you leave my side
you feel a bit more natural
a little more alive
a lot more relaxed
okay with who you are inside
you remember you are loved
you have fulfilled a long awaited dream
we both know that you will be back

so many people look down their nose
at the supposed immorality of what i do
the service i provide considered dirty
people see what they want
and they see me as lewd
that's why they miss the underlying truth
that i offer much more than an affair
something more lasting than a brief interlude

i am an escort, a professional date
for the rich or the poor, the small or the great
large or small, there is beauty in all
i see it in every one of you
as real and honest as any girl gets
i want to lift your shoulders, your eyes,
your spirits, your pride
and the corners of your lips

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Dark Sun Rising

There is a dark sun on my horizon

Rising to illuminate the journey through my dark places
                       on my knees
                                   to guide me to the thorns
I await my own dark surrender with pounding heart...
                                                                      and trembling anticipation


There is a dark sun on my horizon

Burn away my desire for anything that is not of you
                         it honors me
                                  to be more of you and less of me
As a new power dawns for me, I am undone...
                                                                      in the light of the Dark Sun

Monday, January 10, 2011

Your birthday

Today is the fifty-eighth anniversary 
of your first day on earth 
and we will celebrate your birth
without you
I will cook your favorite meal
and mom will cook your favorite dessert.
No matter how hard I try
I cannot get past the hurt.
I miss you.
Today is your birthday
and we will honor you by celebrating on your behalf.

You taught me so much
how not to lie,
the importance of integrity,
the beauty of just being myself.
Because of you
I exist.

When I watched you die
I knew that I would no longer be who I once was
Your friends looked at me like I was pieces of you--unbelievable but true.
Sitting in the dark
I saw the disappearance of your final spark
Watched your last breath leave your chest
as you settled into your eternal rest.

You taught me how to be strong
to accept nothing less than the best
you believed in me.
On your last day
you told me how much you loved me, that i was an inspiring human being
and I knew that you were proud of me for the person I turned out to be.

You were ready to leave and so we set you free
we told you it was alright to go, that we would be okay
and maybe someday
I won't miss you so much.
But today, when we celebrate for the first time without you
I only know that I am not now who I was before.
And I miss you.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Like a drug

Somehow You got under my skin
into my blood you slid like a drug
flowing through my veins with every beat of my heart.
Taking possession of my body 
You slid into my mind
transcending space and time
creating...O/our place.
Cum on in
take a walk inside my head
as i tread lightly in the footsteps of the dead.

You walked through the hallways of my mind,
found that deep dark trunk and locked my free will inside
the most well guarded place You could ever find.
And now You flow through my veins like a drug,
Walk through my dreams like some kind of fiend
poke around in my brain opening doors and creating entirely new floors.
You made me your whore
placed me at your feet
begging
Master please
no longer the tease
just a queen forever on her knees.