Fully, Completely
You say my name like a half-remembered tune,
a song you hummed while locked in a trunk of a rusted-out car,
windows down, cigar smoke curling like ghosts,
before distance rewrote the chorus,
before we forgot what the verses meant.
A pine tree scratches on the roof, echoes in the night,
Snow blankets the cabin, but my mind is full of fright,
Every whisper of the wind sends panic through my veins,
Is it them waiting in the dark, or just my restless brain?
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Poetry
A dominant stands like a lighthouse on the shore,
strong and unwavering against the shifting tides,
its beacon cuts through the darkest storms,
offering a steady guide for the one who sails,
never forcing, but shining the way forward.
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Poetry
They do not lie to shield your heart,
The truth would tear their plans apart.
The lies are told to keep control,
To shape your choices, guard their goal.
In the quiet of the office, a glance, a harsh command,
Two souls entwined in silence, where power takes a stand.
The scent of red ink, the rustle of the pen,
Where the line between desire and restraint is drawn again.
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Poetry
Out here, we are the edge of somewhere and nowhere,
The last stretch of stateside before the river runs south.
This town clings to the border like it forgot where to go,
Like we are all half-waiting to cross over, but never quite do.
The highway bridges at the water’s edge,
Where only the brave or the lost take that final step.
The little things build the deepest trust,
Small actions, soft words, never just a must,
A touch, a gaze, a quiet command,
Creating feelings, as if by hand.
Skis try to dig, snow hard and unforgiving,
Hear the edges bite, metal on ice, a sharp clatter,
Every turn feels too quick, not precise, no time to think, just react.
The wind cuts like a knife, hurting the skin,
It’s biting, sharp, ice stinging the face,
Breathing is sucking on frozen air, cutting into the lungs.
The flogger cracks through the air, a whisper of leather before impact,
Each strike awakens the skin, sending a ripple through nerve endings,
A sharp breath drawn in, muscles tightening under the sudden heat,
The sting bites briefly, sharp yet invigorating, a spark of life,
Sensation spreads, first as fire, then softening to a steady glow,
Tension rises and falls, the body anticipating each touch,
A quiet rhythm builds, echoing in breath and heartbeat.