Tree Sex

By Phalanx

I liked it when you wouldn't speak and just
Told me with your eyes under a failing streetlamp
On the wrong side of town.

It was as if you trusted me out of curiosity,
Not knowing where my hands would find themselves.
I can't stand the sound of daylight anymore.

I want you to imagine your hands, in a beautiful exchange,
Picking between my bones.
I'm ok to bleed, I want you to know this bodie's prisoner.

Getting past the compost takes years,
Wanting each other where we don't belong,
In stasis, cold stares frozen in a world

Where nothing is promised.
We'll keep hope on ice
To water down our drinks

To see who floats.
I crave your foul language on my side of the bed,

A tower onlt stand with something in it.

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Published on Monday, May 12, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

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Comments on "Tree Sex"

On Sunday, June 14, 2020, dreadlox33 (65) wrote:

...hard to send you my address in here...aol.com
On Friday, July 3, 2020, Phalanx (628) wrote:

What is wrong with you?
On Sunday, June 14, 2020, dreadlox33 (65) wrote:

...oh...i'm at dreadlox33@aol.com.....thks again..
On Sunday, June 14, 2020, dreadlox33 (65) wrote:

...thanks...i appreciate it...hagd....stay safe....ian
On Sunday, June 14, 2020, dreadlox33 (65) wrote:

phalanx....interesting piece....but I don't think this work was intended for me...picking thru the bones...what a thought...hey...I've got a question for you...how do people send a messag to someone....I've tried writing something to someone in here under the "write" icon...do you have to know their email address?...i've tried sending a message to just their dark poetry name and it won't send...this site doesn't seem easy to contact another writer...other than in the comment section below their write...thanks...hagd...ian
On Sunday, June 14, 2020, Phalanx (628) wrote:

I tried sending you a message. I think that feature is out of service at the moment. I would suggest contacting a model on the site. You may have to use the comments section but, I can ask around, as well.
On Wednesday, March 25, 2020, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

â€œIt was as if you trusted me out of curiosityâ€ - what a fantastic line! Ciao, T/S
On Tuesday, July 3, 2018, Jonas Robinson (848) wrote:

I love the language. It paints a picture in my head.
A former member wrote: "Imagine your hands.....picking between my bones", well goddamn, darling. That stirs my emotions in places that one shouldn't talk about in public. Very beautiful write, my dear. Rebs:).
On Monday, March 21, 2016, Star (879) wrote:

i love this. gentle yet sensual. as river lily said, i love the hope on ice line. i wish i would've thought of that. ten/ten.
On Friday, February 20, 2015, Ortolan (214) wrote:

I really like the concept.The portrayal of decay into delirium is a fitting conclusion for a personal battle with taboo and desire.
On Wednesday, July 2, 2014, Alchemist (679) wrote:

I was waiting for the love carved into oak bark with the thrust of a angry fuck. I really liked your imagery in this.
On Wednesday, July 2, 2014, Clydes_Bonnie (53) wrote:

I logged in just to comment on this. There is a sort of warm emptiness to this. Its comforting and beautiful. "We'll keep hope on ice to water down our drinks..to see who floats" That is my favourite part. Thank you