09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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By the ravenous teeth that have smitten
Through the kisses that blossom and bud,
By the lips intertwisted and bitten
Till the foam has a savour of blood,
By the pulse as it rises and falters,
By the hands as they slacken and strain,
I adjure thee, respond from thine altars,
Our Lady of Pain.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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Though the kisses are bloody,
Though they sting till it shudder and smart.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving; ‘tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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Each kiss a heart-quake — for a kiss’s strength,
I think, it must be reckon’d by its length.
26 Saturday Jan 2013
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The boy was gorgeous in the middle hour,
being part flesh and all rot. The sexton
watched him rise up and cast away his sour
smelling funeral shroud. His cracked, swollen
limbs soon smoothed themselves out. Flesh returning
to his frame. Dead boys make the best drama
queens. Still, love is love. The sexton, stepping
out from behind a gravestone, nausea
that the living feel for the dead quickly
fading, wrapped his warm arms around the cold,
little boy; pulling his eerie beauty
close, as if love was something we could hold.
Sacred love, no matter how odd or small;
we are blessed if we find our love at all.
05 Thursday May 2011
Posted in bibical erotica, Erotic, hentai, Lilith, Poetry, Translation
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Adam, divorce, dois montes de feno, kissing, Liliti, Portuguese, seu filho da puta Adam, translation
Um divórcio… tudo
foi fotografado.
Eu mantive a memória
do o sua toque e os negativos.
Você manteve o boot você
chutou mim na cabeça com.
Meu bunda, como
dois montes de feno,
são o sonho do sol.
Eu me sinto como
a última flor antes
da geada, ou o último
beijo de Lilith e
em seu filho da puta
Adam.
In English:
A divorce … everything was photographed. I kept the memory of your touch and the negatives. You kept the boot you kicked me in the head with. My ass, like two haystacks, are dreaming of the sun. I feel like the last flower before the frost or the last kiss of Lilith and her son of a bitch Adam.
