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 Nov 2013 Brycical
ethyreal
your soul, that night
had taken on the consistency of flesh,
the way it shivered under
my dry lips.
it began to leak,
moistening the atmosphere.
I was covered in this fluid
secreted from your suddenly
tangible soul.
it consumed me
I was intoxicated.
vision blurred while your soul continued
seeping it's godly elixir all over my body.

When it reverted back to its incorporeal form
and the sticky liquid soaking my lips and body dried to a crust,
we would never be separated from each other,
ever again.
 Nov 2013 Brycical
ethyreal
you made my blood clot,
so slowly and gently,
coagulating beneath your faint touch.

on flaxen sheets of rough cotton
I watched your plants
rolling their limbs out your open window.
they sprawled themselves, unravelling,
yearning for the gentle kiss
of the suns rays.
an almost ****** photosynthesis.
and for you I would sprawl myself out too,
and with the same eagerness
absorb every scent of yours into my flesh,
and drink desperately from your soul
like a cacti in its first summer shower
since '89.

and your final gasp,
with me, but a sponge
for your every metaphoric suppuration,
and literal secretion.
and you were transfixed there,
spurting auras of sin and love.
a final burst of ecstasy,
you soon became my anticoagulant.

you seeped into my bloodstream,
reversing this gentle coagulation.
 Nov 2013 Brycical
ethyreal
Rain Dog
 Nov 2013 Brycical
ethyreal
I measured my shudders in touches.
And you had me shaking like a stray dog
Left out in the rain, howling and desperate.
 Nov 2013 Brycical
ethyreal
Mad-eyed
 Nov 2013 Brycical
ethyreal
And the stars on this blood red night;
Wisps of light dancing like
Skeletal ballerinas, crimson eyed.
Black blood stained their teeth
And I held onto my bed sheets
As they descended upon me.
Satanic starlight and ebon hallucinations,
My covers served no refuge.
No refuge.

They came in waves, and I was
Almost falling into these planes of darkness
Dropped upon me by demonic dancing girls,
Like panes of glass falling from a cargo jet.
Yet I smiled.
I was sm**iling
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