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Debauched

Quench to get to the center of your soul
Just to sink my teeth into your beautiful body
Too some this may sound quite cold
But the force that pulls in is inevitably gaudy.

What it is what it is and there’s no other way
When you call it by name, it comes here to stay.

Stretch to get to touch the great beyond
Just to have a taste of what it is that you hide
To bend what could’ve been a good bond
But the mystery keeps pulling me back inside.

It is what it is and what it is somehow alluring
When you call it by name, it gets here by staying.

So easy, unnecessary to try to overcomplicate it
Why take the long way when I can come straight to it?
It is what it is and what you need is what I have
Trade body for soul, just to fill up this salacious gap.

Dreadful Inner Distress

Who am I today?
I’ll be who you want me to be
As long as we don’t fight baby
No, as long as you don’t leave
I’ll be all encyclopedic
If all you need is to read
I’ll be all organic
If all you need is to eat.

Who I’ll be today?
I hate every version of me
Like my father used to tell me
“You’re very precious, baby”
Oh, daddy, why didn’t you teach me better?
Teach me the difference
Between this me and that me
And every other me.

Who am I today?
Am I my boyfriend’s lover?
Or another’s lover?
Or the waste that nobody wants to touch?
Come tell me
Who do you need me to be?
Isn’t my body seductive…
When you want to have sex with me?

Who should I be today?
A strong independent woman?
Or a foolish slut in need?
You know I too have desires
You know I too have dreams
I too drown in my own tears
When I cannot find a way to sleep…
So what of it?
Who should I be?

Anyone I am
Is it enough for anyone?
Anything I do
Is it enough? Is it though?

I can be all encyclopedic
If you need is to read
I can be all organic
If what you need is to eat
I’ll be your queen
I’ll be you whore
I’ll be what you wish
Just hold me close
And never let go
Never let go
No, no, never let go…
No…

This was a poem originally titled ‘Broken Engine‘, but after revising it and changing quite a lot, it became something else. So I re-titled it ‘Thermal Efficiency’. Here’s that poem. Based on a fictional female.

Thermal Efficiency

He came like a locomotive stirring, streaming towards me
Pulling on the breaks but not before crashing into me
He said his machinery required a brand new throttle
He said my heart was the engine and my love was the fuel.

All of this time…
Your sulk was the fizz,
Heating up the pressure valve
Blowing from out your mouth
And for a while…

You were so thermal efficient.

Your strong firm hands were warming me up
Like a conductor,
Filling charcoal, with a shovel
Into the firebox of a steam engine train
Getting hotter,
Motion was faster.

Lights out, rate is gained
In this obscurity, meeting gently
As you continue your journey into the tunnel.

You seemed so thermodynamic, but now I cannot tell
I was so masochistic, compelled under such brutal spell.

All of this time…
Your sulk was the fizz,
Heating up the pressure valve
Blowing from out your mouth
And for a while…

You were so thermal efficient.

Your strong firm hands were warming me up
Like a conductor,
Filling charcoal, with a shovel,
Into the firebox of a steam engine train
Getting hotter,
Motion was faster
Iron on bar
The boiler burning,
Sparks flying,
Gasping, grasping,
Tight, here in our steely shelter
At night, under these sheets…

Lights out, rate is gained
In this obscurity, meeting gently
As you continue your journey into the tunnel
I dug deep my nails,
Firmed, into your skin,
And you flinched out of pain
As the echo of my voice exclaimed
“I just want to make sure this ride
Doesn’t drive me off of the rails!”

He came like a train stirring, streaming towards me
Pulling on the breaks but not before crashing
He said his machinery required a new throttle
He said my heart was the engine and my love was the fuel.

But then he became unstable, combustive,
The fire that ended engulfing the whole thing down.

You were the fire
Blazing out from your body…
And when you imploded
You blamed me for it.