Lover
Lover
Melt your fingertips into my skin,
Honey dripping between limbs.
Ebony hands gripping porcelain hips,
Obsidian and howlite,
Evening and starlight,
Melt me with your tender kiss.
Oh, lover,
Sweet embrace among silken cloth,
Hovering like a moth
To your flame, under our covers.
More Posts from Yvepaints and Others
Untitled (warning: violence against marginalized & minority populations)
Sitting on the ground reading Emily Dickinson
Just me, God, and the ants
One on my ankle, one on my shoe
I’m sure I’m getting eat up
Oh well
There are worse things that bite
Untitled (warning: gore, war)
Metallic petrichor grows into my lungs
As reverse-aged wine flows into a blood sea.
Trauma stains the Earth,
Unresolved cruelty bleeding
Into the forest floor.
The moss cannot process fast enough,
Becoming a crimson-dyed carpet,
Sponging out vermillion blood.
trick or treat!
“Centennial Means 500 Years of Genocide!” by Ricardo Favela (photo taken at Frist Art Museum 9-21-24)
Hallway (warning: horror, death, blood, gore, violence)
The PA system boomed
“They’ve made it into the school.
Lock and barricade your current room.”
I was in the hallway.
A stampede of bodies arose,
Living turning to dead to decompose.
Frightened and running through pools,
Slipping on blood in the hallway.
Beings crammed behind doors,
Quasi train cars as hopeful shields from doom.
Fearful faces cowered from windows,
Hiding from monsters in the hallway.
The growls approached.
The claws made their presence known.
Limbs and organs covered the floor.
The monsters were hungry for more than those in the hallway.
Happy birthday, Vincent!
Full words on my TikTok @ yvepaints
A Prayer of Joy ✝️
May joy come with the same ease
As your mother tongue,
Something learned so young
It’s almost intrinsic.
May the sun and rain both
Remind you of our true home,
Shining and pelting down from
Where some earlier folks referred to as Heaven.
May God bless you
For all of your days. Amen.
Clean (warning: suicide, drugs)
Lipstick-stained syringe on the counter,
Constantly seated on the edge of disaster,
Round and round on a carousel of brain matter,
I know the spiral all too well.
Anything for the chemicals
When your mind drives you mental.
Push comes to shove and you’re in an office checking “No,” I’ve never tried to kill myself.
The doctor prescribes a pill off the pharmaceutical shelf
To make you feel more like yourself
But a pill
Cannot fill
What is left of your shredded psyche
With its hallucinations of lunacy.
I wonder if the 10,000 hours theory
Is true for suffering.
Have I mastered my craft?
“Eclipse,” acrylic & oil on stretched canvas, 2024
Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints
TRICK OR TREAT
“Tenth Annual Día de los Muertos Celebration” by Luis C. González (photo taken at Frist Art Museum 9-21-24)
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