Let Me Love You Strange (or not at all)

“How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene, and dead ideas become obsessions.” ~ Lady Chatterley’s Lover

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I showed him the woman inside,
and gave him me—a wild story
of living sex and dirt and blood,
a poem inked in flesh and bone.

I told him I wanted to
dream words that inspire
tangible realities, and said,
“Ink no illusion you aren’t
willing (dying) to live.

Love me in ink, or not at all.
I am a poem in love—words
brewing normal inside out.
Let me love you strange,
relish in it (in us).”

I wanted him
in ink, hot and alive
inside flesh that burns
like love-drunk lust
trapped in shut lips.

I showed him I wanted
him (all of him) in ink,
or not at all.

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Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

the visual poetry

and two more poem bits, here and here

33 thoughts on “Let Me Love You Strange (or not at all)

  1. Gosh!💘 This is absolutely delicious writing, Magaly 😀 especially love; “Love me in ink, or not at all. I am a poem in love—words brewing normal inside out. Let me love you strange, relish in it (in us).” Beautifully penned!💘

  2. When I read your poetry Magaly I wish I was a lot younger as you enthrall us with images of lust and desire in your words. What a great genre of poetry presentation you have developed to both amuse, arouse and thrill your readers.

  3. wowness! I am in love with every word..gorgeous and magical…I could read this poem over and over! Very spellbinding in many ways.. in imagery, feeling, all the senses..my soul is sparking! Beautiful! I cannot pick even a favorite line..this whole poetic- entity has captured my soul! thank you!

  4. Oh Wow Magaly!! I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel the calling of your soul is coming out! I have always loved all your writings, but I feel your purpose is showing. I don’t know if I am making sense? LOL! I guess it’s like how my art evolves. Keep listening to your soul! Big Hugs 🙂

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