Melissa Hurst

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Come near,
I long to savor
your soul.
...

2.

The soil holds thee now.
The tombstone now makes
you an anonymous one.
But, you remain alive in my
...

Yamin, Yamin!
Where may I find you?
When can I hold you
for a moment or more?
...

There is a verse
missing from my unfinished song.
A melody is lacking
to complete the music.
...

The pain,
no longer a pus
that can be extracted.
...

6.

If your daily routine
becomes too great to bare,
then don't count on me
to soothe the insanity.
...

A storm of passion
infuses within their loins.

Their candle-light compassion
...

8.

My heart is your footstool
My soul is your battlefield
But can you claim me for anything?
...

My body suffers from an intense desire,
so much appetence.
To have your head buried between my thighs
and your hands cupping my breasts and caressing my face
...

My neck,
a victim of my bad deeds,
will know no longer
how it feels to swallow a last meal
...

Even as my body is due to suffer,
I still yearn for touch.
As fresh blood flows,
desire grows beyond recognition.
...

The lips of my eidolon
barred its passion
from my longing.
...

13.

(Original date written: 11-14-06)
...

You must believe to devour,
perhaps you have?

Believe once more
...

He cast his heart into the sea
and said, 'If you want my love,
you must fish for my heart.'
And I replied, 'I shall sacrifice
...

Bent forward and body bare,
I gaze upon his hidden tightness,
Its virginity so beautiful,
Awaiting me to probe and lovingly tear.
...

17.

Tis lovely that you embrace
my finger.
I enjoy how much
you are wrapped around it.
...

O, Peniamina,
my heart aches in vain.
Grab your knife
and remove this stubborn organ!
...

My eyes know no other picture,
no other paper body to trace with these
lonely fingertips that ache
to feel you once more.
...

As long as his heart beat,
I could not possess him
and fulfill obsession.
...

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Κ α τ ο χ ή

Come near,
I long to savor
your soul.

You are the salvation
that I must extract
to keep sin at bay.

Lucifer's extending hand,
black and cold,
cannot sway me from the rugged hand
that is inviting with its heavenly warmth.

God's masterpiece,
far surpassing the splendor
of rolling hills and blossoming fields in spring.
Let me carry you away to such places
where you will not be compared, but praised!

My tongue will not dare
curse your beauty with comparisons,
but will brag of my compassion for you
whom God flawlessly fashioned.

Flowers abound the Earth,
but your scent overwhelms their bodies
and they faint in ecstasy.

Free yourself from
the constant strife
of turning your lips from mine,
they have reached their destination.

I love and know nothing more,
nor nothing better.
I yearn and it is yet to be a bore,
though my soul is sore.
The blessed clay,
I shall carry it away...

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Jerry Hughes 16 April 2008

Melissa Hurst, you are one hell-of-a-good writer - it's a joy and pleasure to read your work.

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