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redcheekdaysMy mouth is a wound and you
want to kiss me.
want to kiss me.
redcheekdays
from is it raining?
Jun. 18th, 2017 05:55 pmredcheekdaysand when your nails pass
over scars on my back
thank you for not making
it weird, remembering
not to scratch, instead
biting up my neck
hard, bruising it
bad, like the overripe
thing I feel like
so that when I go away
people will look and think
they belong somewhere
and when I come home
you’ll make the mark fresh
and I will think
yes
over scars on my back
thank you for not making
it weird, remembering
not to scratch, instead
biting up my neck
hard, bruising it
bad, like the overripe
thing I feel like
so that when I go away
people will look and think
they belong somewhere
and when I come home
you’ll make the mark fresh
and I will think
yes
from For What Binds Us
May. 21st, 2017 05:29 pmredcheekdaysAnd when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend.
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend.
on loving a god
May. 21st, 2017 05:22 pmredcheekdaysholy, holy, holy.
these are the words he murmurs into your skin,
language of prayer, language of divinity, language of
worship.
holy, holy, holy.
he whispers it into your crook of your neck, rolls the words into
the hollow of your throat, into your bones, into your sharp edges.
holy, holy, holy.
a mantra. a litany. a prayer.
holy, holy, holy.
the way he looks at you, it’s like he wants to take you apart and study each piece of you,
and then maybe he’ll put you back together when he’s done.
maybe.
holy, holy, holy.
he stares at you, so hard you can feel it burning your skin,
and you think maybe he’ll kiss you,
or maybe he’ll eat you alive. you haven’t decided yet.
holy, holy, holy.
in the end, it’s a kiss, real as a punch and twice as hard,
and it hurts like a bullet pearling into flesh,
hurts like his eyes on the back of your neck, on your collarbones,
on your lips.
holy.
holy, holy, holy.
these are the words he murmurs into your skin,
language of prayer, language of divinity, language of
worship.
holy, holy, holy.
he whispers it into your crook of your neck, rolls the words into
the hollow of your throat, into your bones, into your sharp edges.
holy, holy, holy.
a mantra. a litany. a prayer.
holy, holy, holy.
the way he looks at you, it’s like he wants to take you apart and study each piece of you,
and then maybe he’ll put you back together when he’s done.
maybe.
holy, holy, holy.
he stares at you, so hard you can feel it burning your skin,
and you think maybe he’ll kiss you,
or maybe he’ll eat you alive. you haven’t decided yet.
holy, holy, holy.
in the end, it’s a kiss, real as a punch and twice as hard,
and it hurts like a bullet pearling into flesh,
hurts like his eyes on the back of your neck, on your collarbones,
on your lips.
holy.
holy, holy, holy.
from Eurydice
Feb. 15th, 2017 11:20 amredcheekdaysI stretched out my hand
to touch him once
on the back of his neck. Please let me stay.
to touch him once
on the back of his neck. Please let me stay.
from Shadowfever
Feb. 15th, 2017 10:23 amredcheekdaysSome people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
redcheekdaysI ask you for violence, in the nonsense and you, you give your grace, your light and your warmth.
from Robin’s Egg Heart(Break)
Feb. 14th, 2017 05:53 pmredcheekdays(I never knew love was so soft until / I knew the soft loving of you.)
metabolic mysteries
Feb. 14th, 2017 05:43 pmredcheekdayswe can’t communicate on the best of days
but the fact is that when i break down,
there’s no one else i want to talk to except you.
who says it can’t be as simple
as that?– as working each other up and then
calming each other down: who says
that’s not a better love
than the dizzy stomach(heart?)ache
of unrequited? they have forgotten us,
but you are still vivid in my mind, and we are both
so lonely–
you said when you break down, i’m the only
person you want to talk to.
when i’m listening to you, & you’re speaking to me,
that’s the only person i want to be.
but the fact is that when i break down,
there’s no one else i want to talk to except you.
who says it can’t be as simple
as that?– as working each other up and then
calming each other down: who says
that’s not a better love
than the dizzy stomach(heart?)ache
of unrequited? they have forgotten us,
but you are still vivid in my mind, and we are both
so lonely–
you said when you break down, i’m the only
person you want to talk to.
when i’m listening to you, & you’re speaking to me,
that’s the only person i want to be.
from The Goldfinch
Feb. 14th, 2017 03:33 pmredcheekdaysSometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2017 03:31 pmredcheekdaysyou reduce my name to a signal fire
i want to say love and mean a dozen
foxes tearing up sheets of snow
i want to say love and mean everything
that is wrong with us but doesn’t stop
me from touching you the same way
i flick light-switches with wet fingertips
i want to say love and mean a dozen
foxes tearing up sheets of snow
i want to say love and mean everything
that is wrong with us but doesn’t stop
me from touching you the same way
i flick light-switches with wet fingertips
from Because One Is Always Forgotten
Feb. 14th, 2017 03:05 pmredcheekdaysThe heart is the toughest part of the body.
Tenderness is in the hands.
Tenderness is in the hands.
from Wishbone
Feb. 14th, 2017 02:26 pmredcheekdaysI swear, I end up
feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me, and I have to search
my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to
sink his teeth in?
feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me, and I have to search
my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to
sink his teeth in?
from when the weather changes you
Jan. 31st, 2017 01:54 pmredcheekdaysshe, who had never known love, never loved anyone but had stood apart, cool and calm — she allowed him to envelope her, to pool around her and inside of her and fill her with light and flame and familiarity. And she fell in love with warmth itself, became instantly addicted as if it were an opiate, fell in love with the appassionata of his body heat.
redcheekdaysyou never knew
the stars had a flavor
until you first kissed him.
it turns out
they taste like ambition and ancient fire
desperation and self-destruction
determination and dark matter
and the mind-numbing fear
of being left
alone
again.
(he's not alone anymore.)
the stars had a flavor
until you first kissed him.
it turns out
they taste like ambition and ancient fire
desperation and self-destruction
determination and dark matter
and the mind-numbing fear
of being left
alone
again.
(he's not alone anymore.)
redcheekdaysI was carving my name into your side
and you were calling me soft,
calling me gentle.
I do not think you were paying attention.
and you were calling me soft,
calling me gentle.
I do not think you were paying attention.
from Down at the Cross
Jan. 31st, 2017 11:15 amredcheekdaysMost people guard and keep; they suppose that it is they themselves and what they identify with themselves that they are guarding and keeping, whereas what they are actually guarding and keeping is their system of reality and what they assume themselves to be. One can give nothing whatever without giving oneself—that is to say, risking oneself.
from Unfinished Duets
Jan. 31st, 2017 11:09 amredcheekdaysHe wants to be tender
and merciful. That sounds overly valorous.
Sounds like penance.
and merciful. That sounds overly valorous.
Sounds like penance.
What I Want Is Simple
Jan. 31st, 2017 10:13 amredcheekdaysI want back that night you
pulled me into your lap, insisted
I stay there. I want the elegant
hinge of your wrist, the way you
were always both body and bird.
The way you were never and always
listening.
pulled me into your lap, insisted
I stay there. I want the elegant
hinge of your wrist, the way you
were always both body and bird.
The way you were never and always
listening.