~Kissing the Doppelganger~

By WordWulf, 8th Feb 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/7w9x28p1/
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~Excuse me~my name is window~yet hammering fists may endure to beat upon in vengeance~confirmation~sublimation~degradation~each and several glass house aside~do I wait for the press of her body through the echoing halls of my mind~

~Kissing the Doppelganger~

I peer into her naked eyes, this sway of choosing sunset and, laced between the moon, a smoldering desire, wear a promise of crimson tide, lies hot between her lips.

Such petals might I pluck at once with a sprinkling of fire, devour fair bits of flesh, feed them to the fish of my guilt lest they go untamed then wonder away.

This settling of accounts, vast territorial fringe, a violation of borders, what lips and fingertips convey, a temporal arousal, curtain.. sensuous defeat.

Mind groping, mind caress, holds no thing holy, the tender-meat of her down, a sweet sigh of resignation are these pristine outline, the darker part of my room.

That I deny beside me to confirm that within, such is the realm of witness, to have at once, have not. As some vicarious standing under, do I lust for her through ice.

There are certain vapor wisp, smoke in the afternoon opiate, name her siesta, steal the jewels from her crown. Something wakens inside her, defiance and lust for the sword.

Excuse me, my name is window, yet hammering fists may endure to beat upon in vengeance, confirmation, sublimation, degradation, each and several glass house aside, do I wait for the press of her body through the echoing halls of my mind.

So whisper the sky silhouette, she writhes in a wallow of gloom. I hunger yet to know her, press my face against her pulse, that blood red heat of sun, pleasure in pain, pleasure in pain, romancing the oracle.

Then might I slip horizontal, come welcome the icy blue. She glides smooth up above me there, crossing between her legs, are reason and soon to be lost. As the freeze claims my sight, do I wonder which illusion, existence or not.

Tom (WordWulf) Sterner
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WordWulf
Tom Sterner lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His interne...(more)