Ella es mi única pena verdadera, el regreso a mí... Yo la esperaré en tiempo pedido prestaddo...

....
fuck me gently
against sheets filled
with musical notes..
control the
the sharpness of
each pitch and moan
clashing, crashing
against
the stark reality
clanging
(the) dormant bells
within
my barren womb.
i empty!
a rusted vessel
a shell,
crumbling beneath
bombastic sounds
feigning silence.
ShE
thrusting from tongue
pushing past teeth,
thrashing 'tween gums
spewing off lips...
barreling through me
like a slave
with his first taste of freedom...
kdtaylor 2009
section 8 coffee
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i am not a prophetic poet

but a skilled liar

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when all else fails pray... in a language (ONLY) the angels know (faith)
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i am the stone the builder refused,
i am NOT weak (he sees),
i will NOT crumble (he knows),
despite the pressures (he feels),
yet...
i am refused..
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listen...
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