Inch

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This thing?

Is not a casual fling.

Not for me.

I’ll make you see. I will make you love me.

I want the bones of you.

The sleepy iridescent pools of blue

The moving tides of your beautiful blood.

The bad. The good,

I want the unfurling, uncurling length and breadth of you.

I will make you love me.

This heat of mine can’t help but yearn.

It will singe the sockets and pockets of your soul.

I’m more than whore. Isn’t everyone?

You already like me a little.

You’ve already given an inch ..inches.

But in a while .. I’ll get the mile.

(c) Slumpless

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Lapse

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Did you notice when it finally quit?

Even just a little bit?

You must have felt a chill?

Slightly ill?

Maybe you were lighter around the shoulders

Springier of step?

Relief perhaps?

When my love for you finally lapsed.

I know I felt lighter but no chill for me.

The heat I emitted was finally free.

To light my soul and eyes again

To stop its searching for an uninhabitable den.

Those months of wasted yearning

Those endless nights of fuel-less burning

Are over now. I will disarm

My love for you

Will no longer keep you warm.

(c) Slumpless

Waves

I look for comfort in billowing spume.

Thunderous. Luminous. Vicious.

Circular motion then thundering roar

That’s where my heart can soar.

That body. That body.

That mass. Oh my.

I can barely hear the seagulls cry.

I seek comfort in it’s swishy gurgle

Its undulating moves.

Its undertow , high and low. 

I can ride this beast 

But can never conquer it’s swell.

Oh well.

I’m driftwood . 

Bobbing. Bobbing. Babbling.

Rushing to shore. Rushing to shore.

Then poof….. No more. 

No more me. 

Only soft yellow sands

Formed from a million things that were once tough as rock.

But are now full of footprints.

(C) Slumpless 

What’s The Point?

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What is a biscuit made, without you  to taste it?

Sheets changed without you to loll in their fresh glory?

What is a dance in the kitchen

Without you to tease me.. please me.

A walk in the woods

How is it made good?

Tell me this. Tell me more.

I beg. I implore.

I cannot see the point without you.

Lots of dark clouds. No blue.

But sometimes when I stop and taste the soup

Smell the candle burning

I stop yearning.

(c) Slumpless

This Closure

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Just promise me you won’t be cruel

When the time comes to sever these threads

You won’t turn us to shreds.

I look at your face as I lie on your chest

And hope for the best.

But I’ve done this before

And the cut was pure gore, sore.

Please. Please. No more.

So be gentle as you are now

When you lick my leg

Make me beg.

Promise that when you no longer long for this touch

That when I don’t mean much

Or nothing.

Just promise you’ll be kind.

And I promise I won’t linger

I won’t be a loser

If I have proper closure.

(c) Slumpless

Forget it

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I forgot to say I love you

Forgot to show you the true blood that runs in these veins.

I omitted to kiss you

My hands hovered close to your back but never made contact.

There was a wall you see?

Between you and me

All the bricks are made of things unsaid and over said

Dig. Dig. Dig.

We built that wall.Made its foundation.

But not side by side

We dug at each other.

The dirt spreading out around us.

When did you move to the other side?

I wish memories were paintings that I could hang on this wall

Then maybe it would fall and so would we.

Back when touching you was as easy as the breeze.

Back to when you were on your knees

But so was I.

And we stared at the sky instead of the stone.

When I didn’t feel alone.

Let’s put away our spades

Let’s stop our excavation

Because all we’ll find are bones

And they’re best left to the soil

Not for us to toil

Over.

(c) Slumpless

 

Speak To Me

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What are you trying to tell me, universe?

Please speak to me. Make me see.

Just as I think the last drop of him is gone

I’m wrong.

Again.

Just as I pat myself on the back and guzzle down a drink of happiness

He appears.

Then all my certainty is gone again.

All the things I promised …

Well they just go.

What does he see I wonder?

Nothing.

I’m nothing.

To him.

But if he could look inside.

He would see the the swirling galaxies of my soul

And he would know that there are depths to me

That he chooses to ignore

Chose to shut me out.

But I know enough to try and learn

That from this yearn this never ending burn

There’s something to be gained

I’m being trained

By powers greater than me

And definitely bigger than him.

So I suppose next time he crosses my path

Next time he passes me by.

I won’t just ask why?

But how? And why now?

Maybe then.  Just maybe

It will all make sense.

Maybe.

(c) Slumpless