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When you dance like that

English: Cathedral cliff edge

English: Cathedral cliff edge (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tango dance, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Come dance with me
My legs are itching
I have this disease
That makes the soul scratch

Let’s step up and stomp down
Feel the mood rise
Let’s savour the groovy moment
Like a delicious foreplay

Don’t let the music stop
Don’t give the man release yet
The legs itch and soul scratch
And we dance to that rhythm

It’s not time to quench this fire
Let us take it higher still
It may add colour to the climax
And the disease may find its cure

Maybe we will dance so well
And lose ourselves to the rhythm
Our souls dying at the climax
As we drown in the melody

Till we tango off the edge of the cliff!

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on passion for monstrous things

Always…

Like twins from birth
I understand most of your thoughts
Always know how to flick you on
Like a match struck together from heaven
Flavoured with the essence of hell
I play with your body indiscriminately
Tickle your emotions and fantasies
And you like it
This game of passions
I am a part of who/what you are
Your ego, personality, passions

Then…

You were seeing another and things changed
Suddenly you seemed the sensible one
Our adventures then seemed childish and risky
As you settled for a placid vague life
Where things are not tangible
Where you choke your desires and “needs”
Drifting passionlessly
Like the smoke
From dead embers
That once blazed with life
Yet you called our relationship unrealistic

You would give me a wise look
Asking “Where were we headed?”
I had become the clichéd “fool for love”
I still stuck around to my need for you
Because without you
My existence has never made much sense
Then you’d come
With head low
And dignity battered
Begging for a little of what we had
A junkie dying for a fix

I won’t admit to how good it felt
Though I preferred you’d want me
With all your dignity and senses and will intact
Then when we are done with our tango of love
You’d dump me again like faeces
How do you tell me to my face
To go *#@(a swear word meaning “have sex”)@#* myself
In front of a mirror
You think I don’t know how I look
The two horns and cold dark eyes
My bloody fangs and crawly warty skin

You think you didn’t know these
All the while we were insanely in love
Why do you now feel a need to hurt me
Now you call me a monster
Because of your new lover
In the camp of the Christians
You should know how many of them
Play around with monsters like me
But what WE have is real
And I cherish a TOKEN of our love deeply
For a baby monster now grows in my womb!

Later…

P.S.: And the monster was delivered
Of a live healthy horrid baby at term
Who didn’t give a care for sentiments
And later became the death of its father
R.I.P. O poor Christian soul