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Sparkles Magee, self professed "lipstick lesbian" and lover of bedazzled clothing ... offers a series of unrelated blogs - similar to todays blended families, which really just boil down to a bunch of strangers living under the same roof - akin to waiting in a subway for the next train out of town.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Cleaning Out The Closet

Adultery

Small, pale, and strong
Tall, dark, and determined
Strong—"Take my hand, for I understand your dilemma"
(Determined takes with the intent to let go and now cannot)
Strong—"Be my secret"?
Determined—"Secrets are like birds and won't be captured"

Strong—"Wrap your legs around me"
Determined-"With pleasure"

Determined—"You must feed my soul, for it is starving"
Strong—"Warriors know this and many other things"
Determined—"Give me the power to control your senses"
Strong—"You are not mine"
Determined—"Give me the power to control your senses"
(Strong—Uncertain)
Determined—"Do not underestimate my want of you"
Strong—"I willingly go with you"

Determined and Strong, we sin together
making our resistance against enemy lines easy



Past Life Entrapment of Love

Warrior and wife, turn to each other
There is a choice.
The empire is burning and she may choose her freedom.
Again unbowed before her captor
Her husband, her love

You have paid the price of your sons
Your will is again your own.
To stay, you will be cast out
To leave, you will be alone

Yearning to know, the warrior stands proud
Aching to drop to his knees and implore
I took you and you were taken
But now, will you stay?

Determined and strong
Pale and Dark
Standing silent and still
A stand-off




Fierce Warrior Women

You come to me in my dreams. Warrior Hands
Hands dusty from labor, now with different intent
I reach into you and take what I need, there is no struggle
Your skin cold with sweat. I inhale you

I breathe into your mouth and everything remains the same.



Cold Sweat

Sitting on the basement step
Knowing it was you
Wanting your hands
To make everything stand still

Using my hands to dig through dirt
Pushing roots deep in the ground
Wanting to dig into your skin
Push you into the earth

Atop the lookout, over the sea
Damp day, looking for dreams
Wanting to make your mouth
Wet with my own

Walking through scented aisles
Being watched, Feeling caged
You slip your hands around
I feel your response

No remorse, no conscience
Action or inaction the same
Now picking through the flowers
Trying not to trample what's underfoot

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