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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Copyright 2014 Phalanx
Published on Monday, May 12, 2014.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • TropicalSnowstorm On Wednesday, March 25, 2020, TropicalSnowstorm (1719)By person wrote:

    “It was as if you trusted me out of curiosity” - what a fantastic line! Ciao, T/S Scholar

  • Jonas Robinson On Tuesday, July 3, 2018, Jonas Robinson (985)By person 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:).

  • Star On Monday, March 21, 2016, Star (1168)By person 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.

  • Ortolan On Friday, February 20, 2015, Ortolan (260)By person wrote:

    I really like the concept.The portrayal of decay into delirium is a fitting conclusion for a personal battle with taboo and desire.

  • Alchemist On Wednesday, July 2, 2014, Alchemist (860)By person 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.

  • Clydes_Bonnie On Wednesday, July 2, 2014, Clydes_Bonnie (68)By person 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

  • River Lily On Tuesday, May 13, 2014, River Lily (1150)By person wrote:

    This is penned beautifully, with a raw undertone of hurt, love the hope on ice line. Flawless write, much enjoyed. Scholar

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