today i'm gonna write

to the mistress, from a servant boy

on your hills i wallow
and down to your mound
myself i burrow
tell me 'please dont stop,
taste my mango & pray on my grotto'
lay with me tonight

for the devil may take tomorrow

excerpt from a letter found hidden under a pot in the middle of a monastery garden

T_E

He takes of the white sheet that envelops your body

You are supine and naked - He is clothed in darkness

His fingers travel from your forehead

Tracing the bridge of your nose

It continues to run through your neck

Stops in that soft spot just below your sternum

His left hand lays flat on your stomach

His right hand brings in the scalpel

He slices through that soft spot

Creates an incision two inch in length

He slowly climbs on top of you

The table becomes a bed for two

He holds his organ - veins are pumping

Places it near the incision

He enters the wound

An intense pleasure races inside him

It was warmer than he thought

It was a different feeling - he goes deeper

He pushes his hips closer to your chest

Your esophagus rubs on his organ

He cant fight the urge - He penetrates more

This is the closest he gets to your heart

He feels your lungs licking his organ

Like a smooth wet tongue

As he reaches his peak, he moves harder

So hard

Your ribs crack

Your thorax bend

Your intestines eviscerate

His last push pins your chest on the table

Your diaphragm overflows with cum

The world changes - the clock ticks 10 pm

He sutures the wound with fine dexterity

He washes your body

You are pure as a diamond

Tomorrow is a big day

For both him and you

You will be laid to rest

And he

Will lead the sermon

11-26-2010

Petroleum Jelly

Yesterday, I

painted my nails bright red,

braided my unkempt strands of copper-colored hair,

dipped my pale fingers

into that tub of petroleum

and felt how moist and warm

the jelly was.

Lingered for a few seconds,

got lost in the dampness for a moment,

made small circles around the Vaseline

and finally

dab a little of it

into my parched lips.

Parted them both

for a tinge of my magenta lipstick.

In front of the mirror,

I saw

two folds of flesh in the dark,

glistening as one.

4 points

from Break

He thrust without guilt, going deep on the first lunge, severing, severe, within, underneath, reaching those little, fragile places I knew existed but was uncertain as to where until his first cut, deeper, hurting like healing would never come, irrevocably destroyed, I struggled to hold on to anything intact, shifting on hard surfaces, wooden drawers, metal knob, the length of his back while he goes deeper, piercing through, slicing me from below, before withdrawing—

suddenly a gap, an absence—

then back again, a plunge, a pain never quite complete, ebbing farther, fragments of me scattered inside, fragments I could never reclaim again once he is gone, once the rupture and rapture become hazy, cerebral, regressing as ideas, afterthoughts, along with the endless tastes of our bodies, clay, copper, earth, iron, musk, salt, smoke, along with knots, tangles, moans, aliases, repositions, throbs, shoves, friction, sweat, euphoria, along with my sudden death. There was heaven. I looked up, and the light exploded.

North to Smoked Stories

I will write about trains and how their wrecks
turn into flecks of bronze between your eyelids
When we found each other in shades of disorder
And tangled arms and tangled legs
Roped themselves towards a common end


I will write about how once, the travesas
Turned into your backbone, pliant and arched
And how our mouths let off steam, careening
To unknown regions, North to smoked stories
Telling us that May should have died, and us along with it
Southern, where we burned the maps that told us
Where to stop our abandonment


But mostly, I will write about how we passed several lifetimes
before this, of grasslands that blurred on such short a course
and that side by side, we become oblivious to rushing
without fear, And each other
even when the earth intrudes our stares


This morning, the day called to us
Slipping underneath our feet
Lost to schedules, visions of passage


We have missed it long before it left

Untitled Biga Part 2

Na-a bay baho ang tuhos?
Kay kung na-a, ma-o na
Akong baho karon.

Gi gusla og nag libido kining
Akong huna-huna,
Ni kamang og ni lapos kini
Sa mga bintana sa akong kwarto.

Dayun,
Nag hinay-hinay og kana-og,
Hantud sa walay katapusan
Sa kinig malapukon ko na kasing-kasing.

Nagawasan ako
Kining kalinaw, kalma ra kaayo
Sa pag-tanaw nako mamatay nako
Nahan nako mamatay
Kaingon kog inig kamatay nako,
Malipay ako, sa kining
Kwarto kong puno og biga,

Gi bantayan kining tinagoan,
Pero kining walay pahibalo sa kalisang
Mao ni, sad, imong
Mabuhat, parehas nako
Parehas natong tanan
Kining atong tinago-an,
Dapat ato na ipagawas

By: Nicko Real

Untitled Biga

common now little girl, blow me dry
can't get enough of it?
don't let it go
take me into your mouth
thats it,
wanna feel the heat?

wanna take it deeper?
down where it belongs
can i explode now?
seriously?
can i?
your good,
maybe you can milk my bone
some other time i guess?

hey, where are you going?
im not done yet
i wanna have a pussy trip
wanna travel into it
juicy little pearl
providence of a curl

wow, you got a bush up here
clit licking...
climaxing?
how soon?
tell me?
i can hear you...
loud moans...
uggh...
now, how does that feel?

By: Nicko Real

Scripts in my Sheets

The scripts on my sheets
Are made upon your blood
Every time my hand touches your skin
It reaches back again

These stains
Are made of your skin
Hands touch one another
Limbs drawn apart come closely together

The trails of love juice
That drips from my organization
Seeing it
Invites myself from you

Eye to eye
Closely as you flinched your eye
The thrust of my body
In harmony with yours,

The ink that made this scripts
Now forgotten,
It now stands blurry
'Cause the salt washed it away

By: Nicko Real

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ang akong utog sa ubos

gakumot, gakambras, gabag-id

ug.. ug.. ug.. nibuto najud.

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