Climax

Drifting languidly away from everyone and everything which is disintegrating on this hollow glassy globe, I perch in a treetop like a fairy nymph lit up in moon glow. My little feet dangling in the empty night air, I watch as far below nothing happens that anyone else can see. The blackness of midnight stretches out in every direction, swallowing endless fields of graying husks left for dead against the cold hard ground. Looking up at the marbled purple sky, I see the moon looming larger than my entire life, hung there cratered and pillaged and beaming, basking in the strangeness of her own uneven face. When the hour is right, and the creatures of night move within every inch of my bones, I lean back upon the tree to steady myself, part my legs wide as each one falls on either side of the thick branch in which I have made my feathered nest. By the light of each winking star that shines on my skin, I finger my sweetness while riding the tender surges of energy that come in ecstatic eruptions from their distant glimmer. Make me one with the ancients, with each act of deep erotic penetration, commune me with every mouth which ever uttered the mighty names of the Gods as they raised their sharp blades, made sacrifices on altars of crimson and gold. Open my veins and drink of my blood like mad rivers of nightmares and dreams. Part my ribs and dig your grave in the calm center of my slamming heart that I may know you are not afraid of the chaos of the storms that I am and always will be. My sweat mixed with exotic night air, my hair all colors of the wind which blows with steady force against the rising of the tides, I move with them, heaving breath and sacred rhythm. Reaching my peak as the trees tremble and quake with my movements, I cry out in ragged adoration for the white hot explosion I have made myself endure. In this quiet seclusion high above the earth below, I have never felt more safe, more alone, or more beautiful. The others cannot understand. They need love but hate themselves for it. They want freedom but put themselves through all manner of hell to avoid revealing the little freaks they really are. But creatures like us, we worship only feeling. We suckle only upon the full breasts of melancholy, dip our tongues in to caress only the soft flesh of sadness as she moans beneath us, helpless, sinister, supple, needy. Give her what she longs for, bring her to her knees. Having heard my sensual song, you come climbing down from the mountain, your animal eyes flash yellow, reflective, hunting me through the swaying leaves. Your movements are primal, heart beat steady, as your muscles snake their way around my body in the dark.

18 Replies to “Climax”

  1. My cheeks are flushed and burning inferno. My lungs fight for the air that never reached them as my breaths grew lesser and then stopped completely as your words were consumed fully and deeply, fueled by sudden onset of what seems like insatiable hunger for not only more more more and MORE of these exquisite words of passion but also for the raw passion that grows from liberating self from the grip of the ancient reign of the long dead and their supposed laws of purity that majority of us submit too… and just like that the beast is unshackled and free to roam around, to sniff, to chase, to lick, to tear, to eat, to just fucking be the wilderness, be free!

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    1. I am so beyond humbled by your beautiful comment, I am so grateful. I almost titled this piece β€˜Beast’ and it seems the sentiment came through in any case. I am overjoyed by this…. fucking be the wilderness. πŸ–€πŸ–€πŸ–€

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      1. Exactly. No matter how hard we sometimes want to deny it, no matter how hard the society tries to subdue us… we are beast! We are wilderness! We are fucking beast in the wilderness! (Yes, double meaning in the last is intentional… πŸ˜‰). ❀️

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