pearls

Guarded Post

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2012/02/04
 

I'm pulled aside. My card's expired.
Officially illegal here,
I'm asked to leave. Since I'll get fired,
I'm pulled aside. My card's expired
with no prospects I'll be rehired.
So even though my record's clear,
I'm pulled aside. My card's expired,
officially illegal here.

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near miss

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2009/08/02
near miss

«miss» (again?) «miss» (again?) «miss»
- persistent whisper of one final hope
for doing somthing, anything but this.
«miss» (again?) «miss» (again?) «miss»
(come here, dear razor, near the precipice.
take aim! strike fast! plunge down this rocky slope!)
«miss» (again?) «miss» (again?) «miss»
- persistent whisper of one final hope.

«miss» (again?) «miss» (again?) «miss»
- persistent whisper of one final hope
for rescuing my blood from the abyss.
«miss» (again?) «miss» (again?) «miss»
(are you real hope? or only cowardice?)
«miss» is there no end to this tightrope?
«miss» (again?) «miss» (again?) «miss»
- persistent whisper of one final hope.

«miss» (again?) «miss» (again?) «miss»
- persistent whisper of one final hope
to overhaul my bite, make it a kiss.
«miss» (again?) «miss» (again?) «miss»
this i'll know if i dare reminisce:
bad aim'll be the only way i cope.
«miss» (again?) «miss» (again?) «miss»
- persistent whisper of one final hope.

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Infinity’s Moment

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2009/06/26
Infinity’s Moment

released. between. tight breath. thin breath. stretched out.
stretch through. fire burst. pure white. pure word. release. 
no end. through skip. no lie. through beat. no doubt.
released. between. tight breath. thin breath. stretched out.
this in. this it. this is. is not about.
all moved. all touched. all gone. all spent. all peace.
released. between. tight breath. thin breath. stretched out.
stretch through. fire burst. pure white. pure word. release.

 
 
 
 
- one thread from a Triolet Scarf
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Carnal Continuum

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2009/06/24
Carnal Continuum

Gods' breathless exclamations tempt my tongue
to suck each drop of sweat hot off your lips.
As aching and hungry as your words get sung,
gods' breathless exclamations tempt my tongue.
Like smoke, your lover's whispered cries she's hung
in clouds across the skies between your hips.
Gods' breathless exclamations tempt my tongue
to suck each drop of sweat hot off your lips.

 
 
 
 
- one thread from a Triolet Scarf
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Consensual Paraphilia

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2009/06/23
Consensual Paraphilia

Almost there, so close! How you arouse
my most insane routine, my wildest urge!
Nearly past what one deserves allows,
almost there, so close! How you arouse
that heat in me, the blaze my voices house!
Devoured again, again my furies surge
almost there, so close! How you arouse
my most insane routine, my wildest urge!

 
 
 
 
- one thread from a Triolet Scarf
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Eloquent Paresis

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2009/06/23
Eloquent Paresis

I hear it best when limited my worst,
the voice of out and out tempestuous silence. 
Your word is holy. Mine's obscure and cursed -
I hear it best when limited my worst.
My throat clutched dry, I hit each page face first
rapacious for your peace inside my violence.
I hear it best when limited my worst,
the voice of out and out tempestuous silence.

 
 
 
 
- one thread from a Triolet Scarf
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Autoerotic Aphasia

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2009/06/22
Autoerotic Aphasia

The thinnest edge, the sharpest breath of why
I'll make it fight it want it take it soon.
How close you come to me! Let's reach it by
the thinnest edge, the sharpest breath of why
its climax knows the moment when I'll die,
a gasping pearl subdued beneath her moon.
The thinnest edge, the sharpest breath of why:
I'll make it fight it want it take it soon.

 
 
 
 
- one thread from a Triolet Scarf
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A Little Asphyxiophilia

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2009/06/21
A Little Asphyxiophilia

Just one notch tighter, another step past the line
and then hold on, push hard, ride fast, drive through.
From each word steal a breath, squeeze here, take mine -
just one notch tighter, another step past the line.
Don't get me off just yet.  I need no sign
I've gone too far.  And so what if I do?
Just one notch tighter, another step past the line
and then hold on, push hard, ride fast, drive through.

 
 
 
 
- one thread from a Triolet Scarf
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No More Cut

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2009/04/19

You smile.  You know the questions not to ask;
she's memorized responses not to say.
Like sacrifice, like ritualistic task,
you smile, you know.  The questions not to ask
carve secret symbols dark across her mask,
each scar the way she's seen, the way
she's memorized.  Responses not to say
inspire an image of whom they betray.
You smile.  You know the questions not to ask.
She's memorized responses not to say.

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