Submissions by Tristique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Omnisensual
I blindfold you,
tie you
with silk scarves
so you don't miss
a single finger trace.
Hot oiled tips
from clavicle
to thigh.
Hard to say
whose
hitched breath
has caught in my throat.
Astride this
dilemma,
to untie
or knot?
tie you
with silk scarves
so you don't miss
a single finger trace.
Hot oiled tips
from clavicle
to thigh.
Hard to say
whose
hitched breath
has caught in my throat.
Astride this
dilemma,
to untie
or knot?
163 reads
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Diamond Dust
My thirst for conversation deepens
and I don't mean, "how's the weather".
I mean the talks, the words that mean
I am seen, I am heard.
When the thoughts in my head matter
to someone who wants them...
and I can listen, take a turn
in holding a light and a mirror.
Rare as diamond dust,
precious as water.
and I don't mean, "how's the weather".
I mean the talks, the words that mean
I am seen, I am heard.
When the thoughts in my head matter
to someone who wants them...
and I can listen, take a turn
in holding a light and a mirror.
Rare as diamond dust,
precious as water.
74 reads
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Vespers
I see the stillness of dusk,
a patient unveiling of you.
My copper cup holds clearness,
well water for the thirst burning you.
The stars blink after the sun's fire,
wanting the promise of velvet night
while we find each other.
a patient unveiling of you.
My copper cup holds clearness,
well water for the thirst burning you.
The stars blink after the sun's fire,
wanting the promise of velvet night
while we find each other.
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Marauding Dawn
The Sea cherished the Moon,
dressed herself in shimmering strings
of pearl light, frolicked in froth.
He caressed her with starlight,
phasing to ripened glory
then spent, a blink in newness.
The Sun stretched out,
a titian lick, spreading a fire
of empyrean diamonds.
The Sea succumbed,
her first amour outshone —
her depths ablaze, boundless.
dressed herself in shimmering strings
of pearl light, frolicked in froth.
He caressed her with starlight,
phasing to ripened glory
then spent, a blink in newness.
The Sun stretched out,
a titian lick, spreading a fire
of empyrean diamonds.
The Sea succumbed,
her first amour outshone —
her depths ablaze, boundless.
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Sting of it
I don't
I don't want
I don't
want to be with you anymore...
I practice it out loud.
Does it sting more to say it
or not say it at all?
There's hurt thread through everything —
I can't tell what is fresh or old pain anymore.
We can't heal each other.
I need space
to breathe.
I don't want
I don't
want to be with you anymore...
I practice it out loud.
Does it sting more to say it
or not say it at all?
There's hurt thread through everything —
I can't tell what is fresh or old pain anymore.
We can't heal each other.
I need space
to breathe.
70 reads
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Idle Idols
It is
a trampling underfoot.
It is indulgence and arrogance,
the double team that drops the reigns
and allows the bolted rage to overrun
the white, shy rabbit.
Who would want to be the rabbit?
Why, no one.
Steaming, pawing, snorting beasts
are...
it.
The sexy, sneering
idols
of the masses.
a trampling underfoot.
It is indulgence and arrogance,
the double team that drops the reigns
and allows the bolted rage to overrun
the white, shy rabbit.
Who would want to be the rabbit?
Why, no one.
Steaming, pawing, snorting beasts
are...
it.
The sexy, sneering
idols
of the masses.
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Twelve Months Later
I baked a cake today,
decorated with sprinkles and sparkles.
I stuck one candle on it
and sang with everyone else.
Your smile is four-teeth sweetness.
I look at you,
and my stomach fills with liquid lead.
What I wouldn't give to be wrong,
clutching my dirge of dread.
You had another episode yesterday,
staring off into nothing.
Your tiny left fist is curled up tight,
tight,
tighter than the knots
in my gut.
I hear grim chariot wheels
grinding bright years into dust.
What I wouldn't give,
to go in your...
decorated with sprinkles and sparkles.
I stuck one candle on it
and sang with everyone else.
Your smile is four-teeth sweetness.
I look at you,
and my stomach fills with liquid lead.
What I wouldn't give to be wrong,
clutching my dirge of dread.
You had another episode yesterday,
staring off into nothing.
Your tiny left fist is curled up tight,
tight,
tighter than the knots
in my gut.
I hear grim chariot wheels
grinding bright years into dust.
What I wouldn't give,
to go in your...
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Noctua
There's a moon glow in the moment,
dispersing my learned stumbles.
A shrivelled faith stirs, unfurls
despite the bladed wing whirls.
Her instinct flits around, fluttering,
a lost moth seeking porch lights.
She has nestled in layers
of petal soft toxins.
Viscidity trails in the night air,
sticking clouds to stars,
when hemolymph bleeds clear intentions.
My eyes are bruise blue.
Her determination steals
from her epileptic aura.
My palms upwards, face open
and torsion bare, bare.
I am hers, to...
dispersing my learned stumbles.
A shrivelled faith stirs, unfurls
despite the bladed wing whirls.
Her instinct flits around, fluttering,
a lost moth seeking porch lights.
She has nestled in layers
of petal soft toxins.
Viscidity trails in the night air,
sticking clouds to stars,
when hemolymph bleeds clear intentions.
My eyes are bruise blue.
Her determination steals
from her epileptic aura.
My palms upwards, face open
and torsion bare, bare.
I am hers, to...
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Poetry During
The words to this
fell like stars
while I arched, tense
against firm flickers
of an ambrosic quickening.
My core tightens
around the plunge rhythm
of these words
and
poetry
is
inter-
rupted...
fell like stars
while I arched, tense
against firm flickers
of an ambrosic quickening.
My core tightens
around the plunge rhythm
of these words
and
poetry
is
inter-
rupted...
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Recognition
She strips bare in her voice,
and each gesture undresses acquiescence.
Her movements and eyes are pulled towards
his white hot patience.
Yes...
His gazes hold answers, not questions.
Slow, steady reaching outlines acceptance.
The naked spirits entwined, shine.
Their earthly connection dwells in pleasure.
Yes.
and each gesture undresses acquiescence.
Her movements and eyes are pulled towards
his white hot patience.
Yes...
His gazes hold answers, not questions.
Slow, steady reaching outlines acceptance.
The naked spirits entwined, shine.
Their earthly connection dwells in pleasure.
Yes.
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First Time Meet, Again
You slammed the door open,
long strides into my dusty retreat.
Solid arms around the forlorn moments,
convinced you want to wave them away.
Will this space hold your idea of us?
This time, will you stay?
long strides into my dusty retreat.
Solid arms around the forlorn moments,
convinced you want to wave them away.
Will this space hold your idea of us?
This time, will you stay?
55 reads
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Wayward
Soft lights flicker on the wall
and the clock tuts the hour.
She curls in the armchair
borrowing darkness for a quilt.
If she stills herself, she can feel
his last fingertraces on her cheek.
The distance from that moment extends
her ache; it cleaves her in two.
and the clock tuts the hour.
She curls in the armchair
borrowing darkness for a quilt.
If she stills herself, she can feel
his last fingertraces on her cheek.
The distance from that moment extends
her ache; it cleaves her in two.
104 reads
2 Comments
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