If You Forget Me, I Will

Your flesh and bones are mine to twist,
if you let me.

I will force myself on you,
if you forget my lust is forever
twisted around your spine.

To keep me gone,
you must welcome me in.

I can’t twist your will,
if you remember
I am twisted.

If you forget me,
I will…

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the (not) wee (at all) notes…
– My shoulder is killing me and it’s my fault. You see, I’m always rather careful when it comes to exercise—I work hard and long to make sure my muscles are as nimble and strong as I can make them. The last few months have been good. Heck! they’ve been fantastic. I’ve been able to do modified pushups and dips, I’ve even made the stairs my bitch. The progress made me so happy that I forgot to remember the little enormous things: I can’t reach across my body with my right arm, I can’t write by hand for more than a few minutes at a time, I can’t type without keeping my arms at a 90-degree angle, I’m not supposed to exercise before my muscles have been warm for at least 3 hours. It has been so good, that I forgot pain is a bastard that attacks when you dare to forget that she is always there… waiting to make you pay for the tiniest bit of hubris.
– for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
– and for Me.

(detail) borrowed from Pinterest, they borrowed it from Beautylish

Of Your Twilight, the Darkness

Shadows can’t be without light… just like me. Without you, twisting my limbs in our secret garden of little deaths, I can’t find the Self that makes Me. In the Solstice of my tale, you are Sun—growth and blaze, life… and the rest. I know you fear full night. I taste the truth in words you touch to my lips, in caresses you banter to keep, in every rebel gasp my voice rips out of that bit in your mind you’ve wished didn’t whole who you are…

let me be the heart
of your twilight, the darkness
balancing the light

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the (not so) wee notes…
– Of the Twilight the Darkness is the name of a goblin in Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchett. It’s one of my favorite names for a character… ever.
– Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Karin asked us to join her in a wee writing exercise: pick a letter, then a word, then write, write, write… Don’t erase. Don’t fix. Don’t stop and dance the Twist. Fine, I lied about the dancing restriction. So, dance wildly if you want. I always do. It is great for the ink. After dancing like the happiest of all writing maniacs, I chose the letter “S”… “Shadows” danced out of my pencil… and I wrote about Shadow and Light and Solstice and Love and Balance… The poem you’ve just read is the Heart and Soul and Center of the wild draft.

click HERE to see the complete stitched poem bit