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Postcard #6 Imogen Lusts.

“Meet me where strangers find lovers. Where lovers quench the lust for longing. Where vagabonds owe allegiance. Ive grown weary of frivolous devotion. Still I remain weak with desire. Nurture the supple rind of my inhibition. That I spread out for you. That I have become so clever at contorting.

Displayed as weakness, disguised as strength. Parched and yearning. You hydrate the dormant seed of indulgence deep within me. In thrilling reverie, you draw from memory.

Trace every bend.

Frame every fold.

Iron every pleat.

My heart beats faster and my breath escapes slow. Weightlessly expanding. I call out for eternal revelry. You embrace my enthusiasm with strength and vigor.

Lay heavy and nearly still on me now.

The weight and warmth of your skin consumes me until the grip of endurance runs free.

Fleetingly merged.

Don’t move.

Just stay here.

Suspended in oblivion, cloaked in serenity. Rest your head next to mine for awhile.

For the sun will rise. And morning will come.

And you will become a stranger once again”

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Postcard #22

Imogen Visits

lashed together - once alone

crackling radiance

transformed into your shelter

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Postcard #18 Imogen Explores.

Here stands a home Where the streets are named of birds And the creeks rush by in every direction We look left and right but we run free Fearless into the towering spruce Ever searching into the darkness Stepping carefully through gullies and ferns Our hands greet curious reeds The velvet buds of the weeping willow Turning every stone With vivid imagination Unfolding the demands of the universe Wetting sand and soil with the dew of the lily We paint our faces with symbols of freedom Wildflowers Destined to bloom where they please Through broken concrete and stormy weather Filling every ridge with lush beauty Our roots stretch deep into the willing earth below

We’ll grow taller Strike flint for our fire And we’ll be home in time for dinner

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Postcard #17 Imogen Admits.

“Your hands on me

Spark a flame

Now the breeze imitates your touch and I shiver”

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Postcard #16 Imogen Stumbles.

crisp clear intent over ice cold steel wrinkled sheets

click pulse

take your turn

pulse

stumble out dirty knees cloudy skies open palms

clear as day

cold steel

pulse

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Postcard #15 Imogen Discovers.

“Familiar with half a breath, I have become selfish with absolute inhalation

Stripped and exposed

Owed explanations but left to my own discovery

Satisfaction now tarnished by contradictions of pleasure

I found the hardest parts of you amongst the plush softness that made up the sky

Waiting for the rain to come so that you can wash me away completely”

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Postcard #14 Imogen Directs

“I’m lined up in front you stand at the back

you were right when I left your head down time was up

on our way to the bottom did we rise to the top?”

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Postcard #13 Imogen Rises

“i knew it was over saw what was beneath shouting matches light fires and like fires leave charcoal and grief my own sense of belief slips out of their hands when they lay them on me and still call it holy

you said family is forever even when we’re all gone like liars the catch is caught up in your net what you call the truth i call fiction instead accept this except that well that changes the bread that you swallow with pride as the flesh of your dead

look up to your sovereign but enough with the preaching i’m still going to reach in drink water and die still madly ask why according to teaching

still in for the spend what it earns in the end but you’re tired of questions and I’m tired of testing i’d like to get clean get some rest in i’d like to get some direction find my way calm the river seek out my reflection say this is all thanks to mere resurrection

objection it’s way too far fetched to say that we’re blessed in that kind of connection

since i expect your regret cause you say that i’m lost at high cost the dark thoughts are what led me away it’s all in the books it will all be okay

the spirit, the son he’ll say evil won and now that it wins instead of your savior save your minions and wait

there is light to reverse you must carry that weight die for your own sins sink into the deep drown in the water that washes your feet what’s burned at the stake remains at the alter the soot and the powder of a crowd led astray

come one and come all what you call a rise we call it a fall so save your short breath i’ll hold mine and my thoughts in about will and devotion drink in the potion i can see in your eyes as the depths of your lies are as vast as the ocean

shedding tears and dignity shredding fears that you learned from me i’m gone for eternity so now you will see i no longer shine for thee for i shone for so long for your peers and this god forsaken fraternity

it became very clear that regardless of tier up here we’re all equal down there we were not your kingdom of fear this leftover feast left my stomach in knots left me starving and weak what you said what you’d done what you fed unto me first thing you forgot is how hard that I fought contemptuous against friends and my enemy

it was the end of me hide the bodies seek out the faces amongst the masked disfigured and meek you didn’t ask but they called me a freak outcast unclear confused lost sheep

and that rings in my ears over years for years  and for years and for years i will cry for the souls that are born with no voice you’ll take it from them try to say it’s a choice

instead of you trusting and letting me be judgements come rushing i accept you accept what you chose to have seen

don’t say what you wanted is for them to accept me that you even wept for me

it’s all lies no surprise i stand for the mute wild misguided youth using truth and my eyes my own guidance and head

i dont care for your price i’ll be free when I’m dead”