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Answer's Questions and Live wired connections in a Trip that's Always Beginning

Updated on April 16, 2015
Great thanks to heather for helping to really bring this to life!
Great thanks to heather for helping to really bring this to life! | Source

She wasn’t like the others,

A raindrop that sparked a lightning bolt

Raging fire in the form of flesh

The excitement of all that’s ever lived

Awakening in her final breath

The Dead weight of my sleeping eyes was no match

For the waking pressure that shot them open

Like a leaping spring in revolt.

I sat up in the frost covered grass that grew along a bed of sand. My clothes were soaked with the morning’s dew.

For some reason I really didn’t seem to care.

I lifted my eyes up from the murky waters of the mud bay.

Low riding fog was gliding just above the water’s surface. It crawled its way over the sand and into the grass where it then consumed my body’s lower half.

Glued to the moment by a hypnotic adhesive

Intoxicated by the moment,

Lost in its course,

I remained motionless

Watching,

Mesmerized

The stars burnt our backs like the hot embers of cigarettes branding skin as we toppled each other over into the dirt. We were just frantic children with sugar in our stomachs, gorging on each other’s lust. I ran my tongue over her chest, down to her naval. My saliva washed the tiger stripes from her torso. She grabbed me by the hair and squeezed my throat with her talons.

Lost in my ways

Searching for a phantom

My mind couldn’t digest

The inhuman hunger that she left me with

Restlessly,

I proceeded,

Running only on the intoxication of memory

And intuition

My feet didn’t stop moving

Until I smelled her pheromones

That wrapped around her unique sounds,

Brushing through the forest

My headstrong courage crumbled under her confidence

I was a buck

With my hooves planted on the harsh asphalt

Starting pridefully into a truckers high beams

That was me,

Curled up fetal,

A dying lotus in the mouth of a dragon

© 2015 Skyler DeCristoforo

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thanks a bunch for the support Jodah, Happy you liked the poems! It's been a while since I've shared more on Hubpages, but more are soon to come!

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Skyslave, this certainly was a trip :) I like how you wrote each piece of poetry in different fonts. Very interesting read. Quite impressive.