THE CONTORTIONIST

MEDIUM: HANDMADE BOOK

“How can I put into words the look in your eyes
when I occupy your full attention?
Or your lithe, feline manner of moving about,
effortlessly commanding everything around you?
your mad, hypnotic fervor.
It is a holy thing to have a lover who is two in one,
and to conquer and unite them both
with my unhesitating devotion and worship.

I have turbulent seasons and you are a star
shining constant rays of power and passion.
Will you stay when the blistering cold of winter
lingers?

You reach your hand into my chest and pump my heart in your fist.
It goes from cold to hot so fast,
(your skin burns under the surface, glowing from within)
that the pain is searing -
steam rising from the purplish meat.
I snap awake, sputtering up snow and detritus.

Your walls will be painted with my name,
over and over -
marking each moment someone else has your time and attention.
I seeth inside my cage.

I want to see the rage in your eyes as you slap me back to life.
Please, release me from this compulsive nothingness!
No other lover’s touch can unearth me from this desolate tomb.”

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Alyssa Erin Hoover, 31, Indianapolis, Indiana - USA ✯