#kevinsaysreadhiswordsdammit
She Was Made Up Of Stolen Words
she was made up of stolen words
words meant for other girls
warm lips, tantalizing tongue
dance over prickled flesh
alive with anticipation and want
yearning for the night
the crisp sheets and soft music
nimble fingers touch places
and spaces that please
and i tease just enough
to buckle wobbly knees
from head to toe
and stem to stern
my kisses burn your soul
our eyes finally lock
and i see forever…again
fingers gasconade ~ sinfulness
…burrow severely
discovering religions concealed
no man able to manipulate
your nature and vitality,
your lust
…spirit ~ long entombed
delivering tears
youdiscard
never knowing whether they carry pleasure…or pain
Emily’s words ~ more radiant than an aubade
eloquence rescues Dolly at the time of her plunge
she perused Emily…like the Springfield Daily Republican
fore to aft, then…on to the comics
Emily compelled Dolly’s amusement
~to giggle secretly
she was the blaze ensuring her sun appear…vague
this comparison holds in all conditions
daybreak does not compare
and the night ~ far more solitary
Dolly dangles upon Emily’s clothesline
antiquity ~ a comfortless abode…minus one’s vigilance
Emily…fractured at her age
scarcely fifteen
knock-kneed, gawky
yet severely developed ~ inward
Death extinguishedEmily’s…bloom
appetite, proclivity
Emily ~ unprepared for
…for Death’s edaciousness
He devours astringent fruits
Emily suppressed smiles
and oppression
conviction ~ degraded
and her heart…
her courage…
Emily all but discounted those prospects
the mistral…turbulent
lacerations of December
depositing footfalls upon vellum
hungering the fervor
murmurs of creamy…cries
cascading, deliberately down your ear
replenish fable ~ legend
desires of everlast
summertide heart
throughout winter’s dawn
Emily’s skin caresses ~ a bit like…indulgence
gracious yet devastating
…………………..potent
Emily was a tad - tawny
though more
honeyed within
her pedigree burrowed into Death’s…antiquity
intertwined, woven, inseparable Death’s own
arrested
Emily and Death, in unison
stronger ~ no matter
spun wool
to go back and see
what it was like before
poetry
before it was beautiful
when the world was dark
and i was a thunderstorm
spinning out of
control
to go back and read
the words i used to
write
before there was light
before you
us
before love
you can learn from the ugliness
from the past
and the winter flowers
will bow tonight
for her
all devoid of their petals
that make them different
they are as one tonight
strong tonight
but tomorrow
tomorrow is a different tale
tomorrow they all bloom
they blossom
they are crimson and cerulean
they are violet and marigold
they are individuals
they are beautiful
again
and they remember her passing by
they remember her petals
were the most beautiful of them all
Emily was…demolished
Death validated Emily’s scars
anticipated her aversion ~ under his —- manipulation
heeded supple, whispered laments during nightfall
Death lapped Emily’s torment-filled tears
still…Death designed curses
still…dispensing
Emily was…discomposed
Death ~ just like all the others
i am authentic sonnet
and sestina
raven yet sallow
i am betwixt
and beneath
…beclouded
i am the sweeping
the fluid
the transcribed
i am your stanza
i am your conception
yours
hers
his
theirs
its
mine
Death took Emily to religions…
…never desired (Emily could not comprehend)
mapping lore onto lustrous skin
runnels release
a lazy - drizzle
soaking sheets
tendrils, once capricious
…now torrid…tantalize Emily
provoking folly
conserved sensibilities
unanticipatedly burgeoning
Emily visited Death’s legend
becoming obscured in His lineslies
immersed in Death’s Garden
forenoon approached without signal
Emily ~ Death’s prism
Emily crotchet’s words with lascivious ember
ash settled in Death’s…ghost
searing ~ cinder at Emily’s feet
Death (forlorn yet fortified)
as it pleases
Emily attempts to douse hunger
sweat from brow
words beckoning ~ Death attends……….
Emily appreciates Him
her prism
Emily understands He requires
….gluttony this dusk
yearn for me!! Emily screams
~ from cavernous sanctuary
succumb - over and over
unholy mouth
venom spewed and spit
slighting the knowledge of the saintly
to good souls
placing hellacious statements
on your palette
unholy heart
feelings strewn and scattered
playing hide and seek with disavowed
disenchanted souls
filling essence with hope
in their dreams
treasure…hand-me-down words
cadence
i was tortured ~ passably
soused
………..enough
i used to exploit
adequately
and write - words would…ebb
like the rotgut
the poisons
and i padlocked…perception
to witness words
unlearned
remembering how to be able to quarrel
my passion managed to ~ kindle
aflame with adoration cauterized
remnants of where she - endured
………….smoldering
i could compose, you recognize
ere
before hooch, before gigolo
despondency
the astringent torrent
tumbling from your eyes
before
~ your cries
epoch’s…. enveloping edict like albatross neck
asphyxiate life from lung
surrender rhyme ~ with quake cracking ribcages
…..leaving you spent upon the stage
yet
craving supplements
bones exposed from the coercion
cells and sinew ~ mangled
blood smatterings scattered
was a poet…when i bled
Emily wrote words about Death
…about Dolly
about love transcending
starlight above her head
Emily authored quarrels to Death
to susan
and ambience overwhelms
is she able to endure anything…at all?
Emily crafted disputes
about
the gratification ~ the torment
that an undeniable lustbear
Emily formulated legends
of by-and-by
Emily’s Nemophile
dense fog squats
covering sod…and sprig
heavy white-grey swirls
rest upon Susan’s skin
like lust
~ quieting footfalls
cotton
Susan was cloaked
yet…Emily found her
nonetheless
Emily’s nemophile
- woodland reverie
lured within a barricade of…words
encompassing herself ~ lustrous sonnets
glissading cascade
afflicted throat
- deliberately, Emily
Death’s punctuation departs Emily’s…shell
drizzling to the capricious terrain
earth ~ sodden
a fire within - stokes
Emily tarries
ache becoming too much to disclose
Emily’s upheaval
complete
spewing doggerel
Emily sighsdies
