Regret is a Storm Word
Installment #1 of 3 in my Storm series
Again, all the odds inside me at war over each other. The ever-strengthening need to just get laid…with the need to wake up next to someone who gives a shit.
There is a harvest moon tonight. The moon will lay big and full and orange in the night sky. Wolves come out on nights like this, I’m told. Given how I’m feeling of late, I think its best I lock my doors and chain myself to a heavy piece of furniture.
Regret is a Storm Word belongs to the following groups:
Blue Room, Body of Work and The Sensual WordI will tell myself later, much later
that nothing else matters
I as lay here, with the feel of you inside me
the stroke of you
your length running
its course inside folds
of hot pink skin
my head swinging side to side
moans escape
like steam bursting from a locomotive
I will tell myself later
only later, much later
that there is no such thing as regret
legs wrapped around your buttocks
thigh muscles clamping you tight
naked from the waist down
no time for shedding clothes
only clarity and the need to have this
forever and ever
like a full moon traveling a thousand miles
of night sky
I will tell myself later
so, so much later
that regret is just some six letter word
as I lose the ability to count off
the ticking time bomb inside me
my feet off the ground
swung around, in a drowning sound
of redundant ecstasy
below you and above you.
Left, as I always am
like smoking ash to your flame
a history lesson of
electric screws, hail marys, and you.
I will tell myself later
like tomorrow, the next, or the next
that I can breathe in great gulps of watercolor air
without you
as you suck the sweat from the back of my neck
your tongue of metal silk
a stiletto dagger of lust
of sex, and sex, and more sex
blossoming into something that must fuck me
like a brawling boot
getting kicked in the dark alley of you
I will tell myself at some other time
not now, or then, or later
that to not have you is worse
then not having you any way at all
So I scream to be taken
remade into a liquid you can
pour in and out of
reforming, as you will, my wet body
with every mad
hot
dark
fuck
You are a vampire
golden rimmed with cream and honey
and musk
peeling my skin away in layers
licking away the wounds waiting to blister beneath.
I am a door you blew open
blew wide, all without breaking stride
disintegrating in tiny measures
every
single
time
you
are
inside
me
Not caring one wit
not thinking at all
as you pull me close
heavy-lidded and craving another and another and another
wild orbital swing
at the center of you.
Your body is like a momentary death knoll in my ear
releasing my mind
leaping its goodbye
spawning bullets of breathing
invisible burns of friction
pelting my flesh.
I am the thing you hunted
the thing you caught
a demarcation on your map of conquest.
And the harpoon?
the hard one born of your strength and sweat and smell
embedded itself in the center of my organ-fed heart
So that as I lay there flapping out another fresh death
skin rippling out my bodies latest toll
I bend away
shore up each piece of splitting flesh
and in the midst of that perfect
cocktail of pain
stand up
camouflage the song thumping in my breast
look up at the sky
away from your power
and pray
for forever
and forever
and
forever after.
(c) 2008 mstrace
DarkHotel2
you are seriously amazing mstrace… wow!!!
mstrace replied
thank you DH2!!! I’d like nothing better than to find me a “dark hotel” road side, somewhere out in the middle of nowhere…and exercise all my harvest moon demons on some unsuspecting guy. Poor thing – I feel for him. (cheeky grin)
Lisa Jewell
You are power……this piece has swept me up; I’m riding the inside of a hurricane and I like it. Fucking brilliant writing.
Don’t chain yourself up Trace….XO
mstrace replied
well, if I DO chain myself…it will be for all the right (read: lascivious) reasons. hehehe
seriously, thank you for those kind words…as always they mean a lot coming from such a talented chica!
xoxoxoxoxo
Jaybe
I want a BOOK dammit!! Chain yourself to a heavy desk, get it written and THEN you can go look for your fuckmeister…...luv ya xox
mstrace replied
jaybe…lovely darlink – I have NO idea how to get a book of poetry published. But I share your desire in a pretty big way. Poetry chapbooks (if you’ve ever head of them) are relatively inexpensive…wish redbubble offered that kind of service…
anyhow – your compliment is of the highest order and I can’t thank you enough!!!
Mel Brackstone
You do need to get laid girl, and so do I, NOW!!!!!
mstrace replied
so…did ya? huh? did ya??
heehee
roybarry
Get to it- someone isn’t going to know what’s hit them!!
mstrace replied
thank you my dear mr. barry.
Jessica Tremp
oh lovely you, i know, i know…argh!!...
this has just started a little hurricane inside me all of its own
mstrace replied
hurricanes are quite the force of nature…are they not? Much like you, and your art, and your writing Mz. Jessica Tremp-da-licious!
Mark Ramstead
Best yet?
mstrace replied
Ola MtnMan…best what? best writing? best sex? if the former, thank you VERY VERY much, if the latter…that was a bit of fiction and poetic license. hehe
beeden
powerfully evocative writing, watercolour air, love it
mstrace replied
THANK you bedeen. Watercolor air…yes, something I just recently experienced while in Maui. It was the best way to describe it!
Outdoors2
Poor Poor Fireman Boy…..;-P
mstrace replied
outdoors….yes kind, kind sir. IF he only knew what he was missing…toopid firefighter wannabe.
aglaia b
oh woman, how brilliant is this.
an amazing longing just shines through all the way.
i’m going back to read it again! ;-) xox
mstrace replied
aglaia…coming from you that is simply a huge compliment. So I cannot thank you enough!!
PJ Ryan
honey this is so powerful and with amazing rhythm.
you need to get a book together girl … a really sensual book or passion and brokeness .. xx
mstrace replied
per my response to Jaybe above…I’d love to do that!! I think I might just dance out of sheer happiness under that harvest moon if that were ever to happen. And you, dearest girl, need to do the same (re: the book thing).
JTomblinson
Here is the key to the harvest moon, I think: take the night however you will; that’s what it’s FOR. And then, at dawn, stand in a clear space and watch the moon set, taking the wolves with it, as the sun rises. When the moon is gone and the sun blesses you, let it burn off the regret.
And then go get a Starbucks. ;)
We’ll talk more about this soon;can’t wait to hear! ;)
mstrace replied
that is SOOO poignant and poetic and just exactly right Jules. And I laughed hysterically at the ‘starbucks’ comment. bcuz that is ALSO oh so exactly true.
I can’t wait to see you Saturday chica. CAN’T FRACKING WAIT!!!!
flower68
shit are you thinking all this while….?:-D…but seriously,this is beautiful.honest,raw and human.You’re beautiful xo
flower68
There is a harvest moon tonight. The moon will lay big and full and orange in the night sky. Wolves come out on nights like this, I’m told. Given how I’m feeling of late, I think its best I lock my doors and chain myself to a heavy piece of furniture.
and I love those words.
mstrace replied
oh flower…you make me smile. I’m just happy that you read my work and that you create such wonderful work yourself.
glad you like my little description, cuz honestly sometimes I feel like its soooo true!
Jaybe
www.blurb.com – free to publish and if you do it I’ll buy one….several…many….lol…xox
roybarry
My pleasure, dear Friend.xxx
Mel Brackstone
I sure did!!! Hubby is walkin around with a big smile on his face….LOL!!!
so…did ya? huh? did ya??
heehee
Holly Ringland
oh trace… you do this so well. reading this started the crack in the wall in my heart that by the end had crumbled, overwhelmed by a storm. this makes my chest ache. so damn good.
mstrace replied
holly…i don’t know how I missed this comment. thank you beautiful…that is one great comment, and coming from you it means a lot – talented writer that you are!
deliriousgirl
Your words are just absolutely the best! You write from a deep and lyrical place that most of us wish forever that we could find. Lovin ya to death, my dear!
mstrace replied
oh fuck…I’ve had the worlds worst day today. You sooo just made it infinitely better. I could kiss you.
(consider yourself seriously smooched)
Roz McQuillan
Wow, raw, powerful, emotive!!!
mstrace replied
Roz…oh my…thank you SO VERY much for reading and for such a great compliment!!
poeticgenius
this was very exciting to read at certain points I went on a journey and I almost did’nt want it to end the heat generated by these words was extremely mind-blowing
mstrace replied
excellent! again, so glad you liked it…
LeaLoo
hot.
mstrace replied
thanks.
cathrinedp
wow. Your words picked me up and took me on a journey of torn thoughts and passionate pain. Wow.
mstrace replied
cathrine…oooooh, I like that “torn thoughts”. thanks so much for that great comment!
Astoreth
my god trace can I put my eyeballs back in their sockets now?? wowowowow…...SO hot and I thought I had a longing until I read your longing which is actually very like my longing only I couldn’t my longing into words as you do…..now I’m really longing…... oi. xxxx
mstrace
astoreth…this comment made me laugh (hysterically in the good kinda way) and grin from ear to ear. Glad to hear that my longing is very much like your longing
(grinning)
xoxox