Shared Piece by Rebecca Parker: Don’t you want to touch me? (Top)
Response Piece and Picture (above) by Anthony Valade: Dismembered (Bottom)
Don’t you want to touch me?
Don’t you want to touch me: I can see it in your eyes
Don’t you want to touch me: no more need to run and hide
Don’t you want to touch me; to sense the softness of my skin
Don’t you want to touch me; to be the man within
Don’t you want to touch me; to comb my hair out with your fingers
Don’t you want to touch me: to be caressed by touch that lingers
Don’t you want to touch me: to know the full shape of my curves
Don’t you want to touch me: to be awakened by my verve
Don’t you want to touch me: to know the sweet taste of my lips
Don’t you want to touch me: to feel the rhythm of our hips
Don’t you want to touch me: to get lost in love’s embrace
Don’t you want to touch me: to be nuzzled with my face
Don’t you want to touch me: to stroke my inner thighs
Don’t you want to touch me: to hear the echo of your sighs
Don’t you want to touch me: to explore me with your tongue
Don’t you want to touch me: our bodies fully joined as one
Don’t you want to touch me: to express long burning desire
Don’t you want to touch me: to finally merge our hearts afire
Don’t you want to touch me: to cup my ripened breast
Don’t you want to touch me: to hold my weight upon your chest
Don’t you want to touch me: to feel the promise of my breath
Don’t you want to touch me: to reach the heights of little death
If you don’t want to touch me: I’ll try to understand
Until then though, I’m waiting with hopeful patience for your hands.
Dismembered
Start screaming like you love me.
Lay your lips upon me and lick them off.
Corrode this skin and pour your hands in like concrete.
Let our disintegrating bodies drip liquid lust and switch eye sockets.
You’re a part of this sidewalk chalk.
Louder than sirens brought on by the cops.
Feeding as we please in an orgy of slobs.
We can share a face or two,
We can beat the clock.
We can live off death and stowage wearing nothing if we want.
Our death will never end when our hearts stop beating flawlessly.
Start screaming like you love me.
Cuff me, snuff me, call me a Zombie.
We may be lucky and in the end nothing.
Without you I’d still be starving,
Plunge your arm in and make this heat beat.
It’s a little graphic but that’s red love.
Emptying out torsos and swallowing the crumbs.
Pouring gastric acid onto the floor so everyone knows to stay clear of the show.
One eye on the nightstand,
One eye to explore.
Teeth chewing out what’s left of our cores.
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