Soon

She moved into my place a year ago,

After they cleaned up the mess I left;

I regret that, but I had to go --

I was miserable. Utterly bereft.

 

She's lovely, the new girl. So sublime.

A romantic soul (they're easy to possess);

I've been inside her from time to time. 

Though I do admit it's made a bit of mess.

 

She's aware of me, and terrified --

Utterly convinced she's going mad,

And I feel bad for causing her to slide,

But sometimes love is hard, and things go bad.

 

She won't get out of bed - that's fine with me.

I touch her there, and make her writhe and moan,

She likes this part, when we make love, you see;

And I don't like to leave her all alone. 

 

I love this girl with my entire soul,

It's been so lonely since I took my leave; 

Being with her here... She makes me whole,

I know she loves me. I truly believe.

 

She spends entire days lying in bed,

Usually with a bottle in her hand, 

It's hard for me to be inside her head;

Like sinking in a pit of wet quicksand. 

 

Tonight's the night, though. I'm sure this will work.

I've made her run a bath and get the blades,

Pretty sure she'll go full on berzerk

If things keep going this way, as I bade. 

 

She's crying now, and sinking in the bath, 

Just as I had done a year before,

Razors shred her wrists, blood flows with wrath,

But soon nothing will hurt her anymore. 

 

She will go as I did, quietly,

Humbly, with very minimal fuss,

And I will greet her, arms wide, blissfully

And we can finally be the perfect 'us'.

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Echoes

Here we are again, my love,
Adrift in patient, whispered kiss;
Floating clear to Heav'n above,
Climbing e'er toward our bliss.

Lying there in afterglow,
Relaxation turns to sleep;
Where beneath --no, where below--
Conjurations lurk and creep.

Much of what we see in dreaming
Sorts the mind, leaves it unstressed--
But why then do we oft wake, screaming,
Thus negating any rest?

Mayhap these hallucinations
Are echoes of our deepest fears,
Given form, by machinations
Of our memory's billion gears?

Or perhaps, the inner dark
That we don't want to see?
You could be a hungry shark,
Set toward devouring me.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Adrift

When it's dark

And the world sleeps

My dreams are the same

Panicked and lost

Adrift at sea... alone

The sunset's reflection 

Paints the water apricot

So rich in colour 

I can smell it

That lovely scent

I smile and relax

Lose myself in it

Knowing I am safe

It's your hair in my face

And the lovely smell

Of your apricot shampoo

I needn't worry

For you are close

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Chewing (Still Buried)

Earthworms crawl and wriggle just beneath my saggy flesh

My eyes won't open so I can't see I'm a rotten mess

My nose fell off sometime ago -- can't smell my dessication

I'm likely dead, which would explain my dark incarceration

No light or fresh air in this little box of dampened pine

I can hear them chewing as the bugs sit down to dine

Even though my eyes don't work, the walls are closing in

I can't tell if I'm breathing, but the air is getting thin

I've got to get myself free of this horrid grave

Alive or dead, the outside air is what I truly crave

Perhaps a bit of living flesh to ease my hunger pains

Just a couple bites, or perhaps some human brains

The hunger's getting stronger and my mind has come unglued

I doubt there's too much left of me, after the bugs have chewed

I've broken through the coffin lid, and while it didn't hurt

I didn't think that I would have to fight six feet of dirt

My hands break through the solid ground and feel the rush of air

Grab the tombstone for support, and pull clear out of there

Standing in the night air I feel like I'm truly free

But I don't think I should,  I hear them in there, chewing me

----

- Jack

Devour

A hunger lives inside of me

Ravenous, this tendency

From below, so far beneath

Crimson eyes and gleaming teeth

Only one thing helps the need

Only one place I can feed

Perfect body, warm and fresh

I must taste her supple flesh

Just a little, not too hard

Not enough to leave you scarred

Just a little harmless taste

My hands squeeze her little waist

Delicious, her flawless skin

Easing myself deep within

Her body wrapped around my own

Trembling as we sigh and moan

Finally, my needs are sated

Lying there with her, elated

Her fingers play across my chest

Fading into peaceful rest

Until next time, I should say

When my resistance gives way

Urges strong as e'er before

Starving, lusting, craving more

A hunger lives inside of me

Ravenous, this tendency

From below, so far beneath

Crimson eyes and gleaming teeth

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Sanctum

In the sanctum of our passion

She waits ever patiently

Knowing I can't stay away

She is my tranquility

Every stress is long forgot

In the comfort of her kiss

Every worry, every thought

Drowned in our euphoric bliss

Safe and free, this little place

Where in her I do confide

She will smile and touch my face

Grip my love, take me inside

Bodies writhing in the sheets

Moans and sighs her symphony

Our climax takes us, then repeats

Perfect synchronicity

Dimly lit and not too loud

Raindrops fall on windowpanes

Perfect place to drowse with her

When the passion finally wanes

In the sanctum of our passion

She waits ever patiently

Knowing I can't stay away

She is my tranquility

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Fledgling

Sit next to me, my little one

And keep me company

It's quiet in the attic, here

With room for you and me

We'll hold each other in the night

And sleep away the sun

No point in eating breakfast, love

Food's not that much fun

Doubtless you've some questions

As to your present state

Though I'll tell you everything

I'm afraid you'll have to wait

How long, you ask? What do we care

When we've got every night?

Now hush, my love. I know... don't cry.

Everything's alright. 

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Leash

Eternally bound

Passion like a fire

Anchored to the ground

Slave to her desire

Every smiling glance

Every little grin

Every move a dance

Smouldering again

Savage, primal mind

Overwhelmind need

Under, o'er, behind

Yearning to be freed

She bids me be still

Soothes her savage beast 

At least, that is, until

She allows me to feast

Goddess holds my lust

Though the leash will fray

But I hold her trust

And so I shall obey

She who owns my soul

Lets me guard her heart

Keeps me in control

My perfect work of art

All that I can take

Not to claim her here

Passion has an ache

That'll never disappear 

Tonight a single word

From her perfect lips

Passions undeterred

Fire in my hips

Every muscle taut

Breathing hard and deep

Bodies slick and hot

Collapsing in a heap

Goddess holds my lust

Until the leash should snap

Whereupon I must

Devour every scrap

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Rigor

Slept through my alarms

Can't feel my arms

My body's there

And yet nowhere

Can't feel your harms

Grateful though I be

I reserve my glee

My eyes, they froze

Once they had closed

And I can't see

[Chorus]

Trapped within this mess

Screaming in distress

On deaf ears it falls

Thick are these walls

Try to move my hands

As the day demands

But there's the pain

Hungry again

With its hungry plans

Sanity derailed

Agony impaled 

This corpse my cell

Its pain my hell

So wrongly jailed

[Chorus]

Trapped within this mess

Screaming in distress

On deaf ears it falls

Thick are these walls

Nothing 

I want to be free

Can't hear, can't see

Rigor's got me

Fog consumes my head...

No more

Leave me alone

With my shattered bones

End my misery

Leave me there for dead

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Leave Me

Let me fall; 

Let me go quickly --

Leave it all,

And take from me everything that I have left.

Take my pain; 

Rip it right from me --

Leave the stain, 

So I remember life before I was bereft.

I want to slumber, and never awaken;

This life is a torment I can take no more.

Leave me with it, then.

You've done all that you can.

Just leave me alone.

Darkness shrouds; 

Wrapped in its shadows --

Thunderclouds,

Bloated with anger and crushing disdain.

Lock this room; 

Seal up the windows --

Trap the gloom; 

Let my poor anguish cause none of you pain.

I want to slumber, and never awaken;

This life is a torment I can take no more.

None should ever live this way,

Silently screaming in the blackness,

Praying for this torture to cease.

Leave me with it, then.

You've done all that you can.

Just leave me alone.

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Quite Tightly

Bare, for black shorts and sheer camisole,

She doth sit before me on the bed,

Eyes fixed on me, peering to my soul,

I want her so, but she hath plans instead.

"Hands behind your back," She bids of me,

Whereupon she binds them at the wrists,

Sits again, but closer, as to see

The boldness of my passion yet persists. 

Such bliss cannot be measured, nor explained,

The ecstasy that lies between her lips;

An ode to paradise -- joy uncontained,

Until she feels the slightest thrust of hips.

She stops, unties me, hurls me on my back,

Cuffs each wrist (quite tightly) to bedpost,

Blindfolds me -- my world made darkest black,

And she goes silent, floating like a ghost.

For a moment, I'm not sure she's there,

I want to call her name, but I am shushed;

Her heat envelops me, from everywhere,

Exquisitely slowly -- nothing rushed.

Her body writhes and dances on my own, 

I clutch her hips and shove her onto me, 

Every muscle tight, and hard as stone, 

Climbing t'ward our mutual ecstasy.

Finally, our passion's dam gives way --

Climaxing together, locked in embrace,

Foreheads touch, and all else melts away,

Her stray hair dancing lightly o'er my face.

- Jack