gravitationallove

[gravitationallove]

Ruin my lipstick,

leave my hair in tangles

and my mind wasted.

Leave your taste on my tongue

and my heart less jaded.

Tear my shirt,

and leave my sheets mangled.

Bless my thighs with bruises,

leave me weak,

and used,

and sated.

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[gravitationallove]

Game Changer

I am changing the game,

it’s every man for himself,

the name of the game is discovery.

The rules are simple and must be upheld.

You are player number one, you must choose yourself at every turn.

You must follow every curiosity and you must take risks.

If you express guilt or apologize for your skill or technique, you cannot move forward.

If you don’t pay attention to your progress, another player may take your turn.

If you remember to feel pride and express gratitude, regarding your position in the game, you may skip ahead.

This is a game of chance.

It requires power, imagination, and evolution.

This is your game…

dare you play?

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[gravitationallove]

Melancholy

It’s a mellow blanketing,

a curtain pulling closed, locking out the day.

It’s a mind that’s murky and frustrating.

It’s almost classical,

a tradition that I keep with myself.

Muddied emotions,

that I slip on and get stuck in.

My creativity using my mind like a dagger shaped brush.

Turning my love blue,

disarming my hopefulness into a puddle of purple,

dissolving the beauty into a thick grey fog.

It’s a graceful, mad, happening…

this melancholy of mine.

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[gravitationallove]

Rubatosis

A slow burn in my blood. A delusional thought passing. I plan my future often, and then again. My heart wanders, a lost child who has never known a home. My palms itch to hold something real. My fingers tingle with need. My mind knows the heart of strangers well, but I see no recognition in their eyes. My soul is only mine, but has passed through many lifetimes. Those mistakes are branded on my consciousness. I grasp out in the darkness to find my offender, the last and the next, Sometimes I grip myself. I have a sensation of liberosis, but my nature is persuasive and my heart clings. My entire being begs solicitude, but finds a stewardship over human need and the wants of the world around me. This tension from root to crown is suffocating my light, threatening to snuff it out, Hindering my ability to see. I continue… I continue to climb out of my own depths, To dig up my radiance until my nails are bloodied and broken, I continue to discover through my certainties and doubts, until my mind is tired with chaos, and my feet are sore from finding. Despite realities exhortations, I continue.

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