DS has a diary collab, or more, it's a poetry collab that brings together a bunch of talented diarists (bloggers, journalers, whatever). The topic last month was "love" and somewhere around week three of February, Asshole gets a whim to write something.

DS works very hard to keep the collab going, why not support it, eh?

Just took this damned long to get in gear enough to pull something out of the maelstrom. And the first day of March to finalize the poem into something he's content with.

You'll note there is no collab link anywhere on the page, or anywhere within the diary. That is because I did not add this diary to the circle. DS was wonderful enough to make a fantastic page for me on her own server to house the poetry (and I mean the page is just brilliant, I absolutely love it, everyone does, it is so perfect a gift). I would just prefer several people on the circle not find this, as they are thoughts I would rather them not be privy to. This allows me to be an active member of the circle as well as not expose what shouldn't be.

So I will mirror any entries here.

Anyway.

Discard the formatting below, it just didn't work to have it all bolded.

Breath (not breth, breeth)

there's a crave that wracks
jolting as if an electric shock
burning
bleeding
very next breath a beg
aching as it pulls, nerve by nerve, from damaged lungs

there is no breath without you

crumpled, crushed, withering away
a body left without the life you inspire
through every waking moment
that look, that glazed gaze
a mere almost touch as breath to the drowned

thirst quenched
to feel your eyes upon me once more
to feel the possession
to feel the claim of your lips

and the breath I steal from them

a name carved on quivering flesh
mark as mine
marked..... is..... mine
a gentle touch smoothing all the pain away

i will capture
i will control
i will show you just how deeply i crave your attentions

even if i must rape them from you

because
i.
love.
you.