A Beast For The Senses

I will take over your senses with relentless sound
Sing you to sleep then whisper you awake.
I will camp on your tongue, spooning only velvet texture down your throat.
Your skin will be oiled smooth, by my hands
And when you hear a song you will think only of me.

Taste ,touch ,sight all will be my plight…
For now.
I will make you forget the moon and the sun
And when I finally become your everything..
I will run
Only the faint memory of a million kisses will set your hair on end.
This is what I do my friend.
I blind you with my heat
Deafen your senses.
Leave. You grieve.
I repeat.
(C) Slumpless

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Fan Flare

It’s dire this open fire
This unguarded flame
I will always be the same

Open at the hearth

Allowing you to throw rubbish on my light
You fuel me, yes
But eventually I burn out.

Ah but not without a spark here and there.
Not without some flare.

Before There Was Mud.

I saw glitter.
Before there was mud
There was shine.
I saw sparkle and glimmer
Bursting out of your chest
So screw the rest.
What came after.
I’m going to remember the Gold
Not the dust.
I will try to blow it away at least.
Before you were beast
And when I was beauty.
I saw glitter my love.
And I know it’s still there.
You must care.
At least dare to.

No ?

(C) Slumpless

Market

There’s a market today
In this sweltering heat
There is a market.
Hundreds of parcels wrapped in brown paper
Spoiling in the sun.
The smell of rotting meat is not imagined
Nor the little drops of crimson seeping down the shelves.
There is a market today. And everyday.
With pieces of me sold at too low a price
To people who don’t value my meat.
Not in this heat.
(C) Slumpless

Carpe Die

I think I died
Because I no longer hear your breath when I sleep
Or feel the rough edges of your face in my palm
Nor the smooth sphere of your head against my neck.
I must be dead. I must be.
Because only there I can find an explanation for why your heart doesn’t thud against my skin.
But I’m not in heaven.
I’m caught with just a whisper of you in my ears.
Wondering where I am buried or why you’re so grave.
I’m still unsure.
So I wander. I wander and wait.
Set me free. Set me straight.
Tell me the truth. Please be true.
Did I really die. Or did you ?
(C) Slumpless

I call bullshit

Liar, liar your pants are on fire
And it was cute when we were kids
You told tall tales of overgrown snails
And things that disappeared in the light
But now my dear your absurd lies
Are fooling no-one but yourself
It worked for a while
But now you’re on trial
For giving us all quite a fright.

So I call bullshit on it all
And try not to be mean
And see that it comes from a place of fear
And when you tell me untruths
I’ve become quite the sleuth
And take it all in good cheer.

So try not do it,there’s really no point
We’re all wise to your insecure ways
But for others less in the know
It’s such a low blow
And can really mess with their days.

(C) Slumpless

Let me be better

A lie is an airbubble.
Small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things

But in my skin
It goes to the heart.
This beating ball of mush not muscle.

What does it feel like this toy ?
You play with its softness much too much
But a lump will form.
A callous from your callousness
Borne of things unsaid and left to fester in this tangled web of all the things I can only doubt.
I screamed once but now my blood is pooled and cooled and I can only whimper and even that is hushed.

“Oh well.” You said “That’s just the way I am.”
And I suppose I can’t blame the gun when I know it was made of others hands.
Let me not become your weapon.
Let me not shoot indiscriminately because I have been cut.
Bend the butt.
Turn inwards in retrospect and be better this time.
Be better.
(C) Slumpless