Here's a little flash prose and poety. Gonna try to get June's stuff in. ~peach

July 17th

I
Oh my pale rider
Thy dagger thrusts deep
And I have wasted your gift – desire.
Afraid, I took the well trod path.
That you chose me!
And my brother dead, my sister lost
Knew you, knows you,
But I turned my back on you,
And simply wept.
That I would know you again!
If you would but grasp my wrists
And fuck me hard until my soul bleeds.

II
Anger. Anger presses down.
I’m tired of feeling guilt
I want to see you bleed
And take the wound into my mouth.
Gently touching with tongue tip,
And suck you dry.

III
I wanna drag it out till the engine growls, high and mean. I wanna break you like a new toy.

IV
I step lightly into the tub, over the turned up waterbug.
“Hey!” I yell, “there’s a dead bug in here!”
“Well, pick it up!” Comes the reply.
And “Fuck you,” I mumble,
keeping my eye on it the whole time, expecting it to move, but it doesn’t.


V
So the Peach says,”Hy, baby, you wanna…”
Her skin glistens soft with superfine…
Then my thoughts turn elsewhere.

VI
The blade thrust deep. And as I pulled up and leaned in, a fine warm spray spread across my cheek. It was like bleeding a pig to butcher.


July 14th

I
My God? My God’ll fuck you up and spit you out and in the next breathe, bring you to heaven.

II
Back to me,
Framed in the door;
Lower back, thigh, buttock,
Smooth white flesh.
Then thoughtful, in repose,
Naked and divine
I come undone as
Restlessly, my heart swells.


July 10th

I
I’m Sorry, Bubba. You will never again touch skin like his or feel that deep red crush break your heart, but I’ve been trying to live lately – for the both of us and that boy the year before me that never was.

II
It’s a peaceful,
ennui sort of day,
spirits sink low.

III
Sweet, salty, slick and sweet, tongues touch and suckle as nipples grow taught. Wrap around me the long length of you; the depth and fire that sears…quenching, unrequited, free and gilted…in a sense…long, deep, hard, fleeting – while I smile broadly.

IV
I tremble,
Want to speak, but can’t.
I hear your words,
They caress me, excite me,
Affect me.
And when we’re done,
We’re done.
I touch your skin,
Smell the air,
You move on as I move past.

Capricorn: "There are days when you feel wonderful, without being able to attribute the feeling to any real event. Of course, your rational mind will search for a reason for your happiness. But if you count the number of times when you do things against your will or better judgment, it becomes obvious that logic and reason do not always apply to this world. Don't even try to understand, just enjoy, dear Capricorn!" - LOL! If you knew how much I have tried to rationalize things lately, and how much I have regretted doing so, you'd find this pretty amusing also. ~peach

Ruby Tuesday fell, say goodbye Blue Sky...

June came and went too fast
I was expecting it to last
At least through July
And hopefully into August

Yet as the weather turned,
So did June – overnight,
As I thought too much
And insisted I had been unfair

June capitulated quickly,
Just as I once had.
And now lost to the touch.
(Yet friend to me anew?)

I mourn, the withdrawal
Of that cool, warmth
The protests, waning into
A sinking depth. Loss.

I am angry at the stars
That made me,
That gave me desire and want,
And the cowardice of self-denial.

I am left lost,
Mourning, the cool kiss
Of breezes not yet touched
By my southern summer’s heat,

Putting June first, I
Wonder at what point
I lost July and…
Found no hope for August.

Yet I regret not June's loss,
Just that it came so quickly...
I savor only that bitter-sweet
And briefest glimpse I caught
Of you

Fact and Fiction blur sometimes, one the basis for the other. If you know me - or think you know me - please don't take offense. And the "you" to whom I write may not be you, but someone else, or no one at all. What comes next will be the bleeding of my soul, and though you may find it very profound at times, you may also remark, "what the fuck does Peach mean here"? Really, it may not mean anything at all, or it may be the inarticulate expression of everything. ~peach

Hello...you can call me peach. Dunno why, just feels right for now...