Contributor: Mirigold Manovera

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I am addicted to your ink
I need your darkness
like a vein needs a needle
stab me, fill me
drag me under
let me drown
in sweet oblivion
let me drown
in sweet, beautiful you.


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Contributor: Mirigold Manovera

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Scream your FIRE through the WATERS
let your HEAT be HEARD.
The WINGS you have GIVEN UP
serve NO ONE in the SHEARING.

Pick them up, WEAR THEM.
Proud and wide, WEAR THEM.
Soar with them, WEAR THEM.
and bring HELL to the HELLIONS
who BLAND the COLORS
who DARKEN the DAWN
who MELLOW the EMBERS
and try desperately to DOUSE the LIGHT.


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Contributor: Mirigold Manovera

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Even here, I can smell her sweet perfume-- gingerbread and rain.
Her wings are my wings, her jazz is my jazz.
I taste the soft skin at neck, lips, eyes, forehead, belly, breasts.
I am the beast she worships, the beast who worships her.
There is enough for everyone and want is the furthest thing from my mind.
I have come through the fog.
I am here, alive and rich in every way.
I feel rich.
I feel savory, full, thick with dirt fertile and ready to grow
roses.
I am empowered with a red light that embers hot and indomitable within my chest.
I am amidst more sweat and luxury than ever as I lose myself in her smell, her skin, her breasts,
this being.


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I can feel it, so close.