sick thoughts

time to let some demons out

Image description:

“The Demon Printer” by Félix-Hilaire Buhot. Merci a National Gallery’s Public Domain Image archive. (Purple/magenta filter by me.) Image description: A winged, skeletal figure plays a pipe while a dragon-like creature writhes in flames below. In the background, abstract industrial structures rise into a cloudy sky.

I want to fuck you so hard the earth shakes

I wanna move mountains and rivers

I want walls to crumble and kingdoms to fall

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I’m bed bound today but I’d rather instead you

Bound me to the bed

And loved me bountifully

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As I count the days to see you

I want to dive in and splash around

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I want a love so charged the universe halts

I want a love that holds me in the moment

I want a love so consuming I feel full

And don’t think about the next meal

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I want a love that

lets me fall,

but feels like a net

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I want unconditional, non-transactional, hand-crafted, gut to gut

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I want a love that feels like a fully-stocked fridge, fresh sheets still warm from the dryer, washed and dried dishes

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I want a love that feels like an in-network doctor with availability this very week

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I want a love that feels like a wide sidewalk all smoothed and with all debris removed, with no catcallers and plenty of room for wheelchairs, walkers, strollers, slow-walkers, fast walkers, and a every so often a bench.

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Love that fills my body like a deep breath

I want to feel

Unleashed and proud and joyous

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I want a love cooked just right

And the spice never mild

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Fuck you so hard you forget your own name

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Fuck you so hard you can feel yourself change

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Fuck you so hard it’s worth all the pain

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