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Ashes and Dust
Sorry, I seemed to have
totally alarmed
and frightened you. Conceivably I am
far too emotionally intense to inspire
or converse one-to-one. I think
that I should have left you
alone. Again, I regret
interrupting your attentions
and devotion
to your work. I am beginning
a new understanding
of how utterly unworthy I am
to occupy your time
and energies. Hence I shall confine
communications to a dungeon
of reckless solitude,
where I will feed on the salt
from my own tears. You complete my
heartfelt agonies, although I do
not know why, you drown me
with ephemeral jabs
of static pain. I bleed when you run
from me, but I will muzzle my words
because they must be poison, and allow
myself to be driven
to the stagnation of a severed death.
I like this
You write really well. Some of your stuff is too erotic and sexual for my preferences, but that doesn’t really matter. You’re poetic and emotionally vivid. It’s like you’re painting a picture with your words. I really like the way you write.
Thank you sincerely for your
Thank you sincerely for your comment. I don’t think I write sordid or overly obscene, but mostly about deep desires and intimacy. I do not mean to offend anyone. Sorry if that has occurred in any way. Yes, sometimes I push the limits of decency – though not often, but for two people in love, sex is simply as natural and beautiful as stars twinkling in the universe. I write the way I do because part of me (the feminine side) has been in exile since the dawn of creation. Man – woman are not complete without each other, and when they unite, the combined powers and strengths are the most awesome energies we can ever experience. Buddhist say it is the emptiness of a cup that is useful. Indeed one must craft a void in order to create anything, as a black hole created our galaxy, so too the hollow womb of every woman can create generation after generation. I adore woman to the core, right down to everything they ooze and secrete. I am deeply aware of their potentials for harm, comfort, mothering, loving, and causing both the greatest heartaches and greatest pleasures man will ever experience. They are complex creatures, and if anything, what I write about them is grossly oversimplified. Men should die to protect them because without such beautiful creatures, we would be no more.