Come To Me (Twitter #cometome)

Come to me singing, with pipes and drums, of mysterious moons and secret souls that live in the babbling brook. Come swaying hips

And breasts, with chimes jingling from belt and ankles. To wave your hands and weave tales into a starry feastday tablecloth.

At the dawn, sing me born of births, of brothers grappling at each other’s feet and enviously vying for the love of a deaf god.

At the death of day sing me graved of a man who pulled back on his mortal coil for another day to play his part in parlour tricks

Hanging notes for the creak of rope that held the neck of a convenient traitor, on coins plopped into the piss puddle at his feet.

Come with your scar raised skin, your patterned flesh, earrings dancing from your lobes. Come bedecked in tears and thunder clouds

Hair like flame, corn silk or moonless black and chant of maidens drowned at sea and dragons slain in the heat of a misspent kiss.

Every word, every gesture, every ringing tone, for I am hunger without end. A well for all the ways we have learned to tell.

The story of ourselves.

(tweeted  02/12/2010 9:30 GMT)


Comments

6 responses to “Come To Me (Twitter #cometome)”

  1. Absolutely stunning!

  2. Just perfect. Makes me dream of a time when we were more physical, less verbal. Doing and being, instead of thinking about doing.

    1. Hehe…when we were doing that, we had no concept of the other. The Raw and the Cooked conundrum.

  3. Short, but sweet, I loved it…did I notice a bit of twist in style or is it just me?

    1. Just gettin’ biblical on your ass. 😛

  4. Sacrifice

    I am a sacrifice on the table of desire
    Comprised of and consumed by fever and fire
    The breeze that kisses at my skin
    Whispers words of abject lust and sin

    Whether in sun or moonlight I am tied
    Bonded at wrist and ankle; set aside
    Bathed by light that glistens gold
    Over places that promise pleasures untold

    I’m waiting here for the tribal knife
    To cut the chords and take my life
    Chant for me the measure of your need
    Then inward plunge and watch me bleed

    2010-12-18 12:30

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