Direktlänk till inlägg 10 december 2011

First Blood

Av Christian - 10 december 2011 16:43

[Jag är lite osäker på om jag lagt upp den här texten innan, men en eventuell upprepning får Ni stå ut med]




The first blood
from your teeth
cutting my lips as you
force your breath into
my being

The second
gravel scraping my knees
through well-worn denim
and your hands, powerful
on my shoulders

As if you were
a God unto whom
kneeling was meant
to be a sacred thing
and not like this

The third blood
cresents suddenly blooming
across the palms
of my hands;
tight fists behind my back

Scar tissue to be
not a ring of love
but ownership
branded on to something
you feel like you own

The final blood
shed willingly
as I, my heart, my very self
bursts when I try to say
three simple words.

 
ANNONS

Från
    Kom ihåg mig
URL

Säkerhetskod
   Spamskydd  

Kommentar

Av Christian - 4 september 2013 15:30

As I said in my earlier notes, it has as of today been twenty years since the death of my uncle. Twenty long years of paranoia, fear and though suppressed by endless effort… a certain apprehension.   I know in my bones that but for a mir...

Av Christian - 18 april 2013 11:16

    My days I spend in loneliness mind-numbing Into this unlife forced by bitter fate Each day´s the same as all the ones before it No fear, no faith nor love or even hate   Prime solace found in grapes so sweet, fermented Kind Bacchu...

Av Christian - 18 december 2012 13:37

(Som alltid: copyright C. Landgren 2012 -> )   I woke one Christmas morningand the snow fell mixed with soot,I went outside to try to seewhatever was afootWith my eyes up to the skyI saw the strangest sight;wreathéd in a cloud of steamwas S:t ...

***

Av Christian - 30 oktober 2012 17:33

Queer- och Critical TheoryJa, mina vänner, som  ni ser håller jag mig inom samma sfär som som i diskussionen runt Asplund och hans strävan att finna betydelsen bakom fenomenen. Här tänker jag dock inte försök ta reda på vad queerteorin betyder, utan ...

Av Christian - 27 september 2012 18:18

I was in a spot of trouble back in 1886flat out broke in ragged clothes and shoes that´d sprung a-leakhaving run afoul of villains full of truly wicked tricksand my days lately turned into an endless hide-and-seek By the Queen condemned "a he...

Skaffa en gratis bloggwww.bloggplatsen.se