Tag: lovers
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From Clay
I would love the way you wounded me even if I did not love you; only some kind of divine perfection must know how to bleed a man that much and still leave life remaining. God, you, the perfect sadist, make me want to live just a little longer, to suffer just a little more.…
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How Sharp It Felt
This one lover of mine, we talked the other night, while he laid in bed, after finally turning off the laptop. He sent me pictures of his face as he laid in shadow, his features illuminated by the cold white glow of his phone, and I sent him pictures of my eyes, bright and blue,…
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Feast
When I am empty, I gorge myself on the remembered tastes of all my lovers. I can bite into the saltsweat of this one’s fear, and breathe in the whiskysmoke of that one’s lust, and fill myself on the feast of this one’s adoration and devotion, and feel less starved, less hollow, knowing my appetites…