i want to be hurt.
blood red leaves of fire and rivers of black
harsh passions in the dead of night.
drown me in hot nights and bare skin
make me disgraced and unholy.
prairie grass and a murder of crows
leading me into a darker place
below my breast.
i want to be hurt.
take my virtue
hike my dress up
and drink in my sharp breath.
grasp these limbs under a cold breeze
every piece of me you can possess.
hold these pomegranate seeds
on a soil and sex stained palm.
make me yours
and pull me by the hand
into a dark grove of trees.
i want to be hurt.
give me darkness
give me passion.
i want him;
i want sin.
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Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
