poetry & visual / Cindy Fournier

Cindy Fournier is a Writer, Digital Collagist, Curator & Spoken Word Artist
@fortheromanticsleftalive

HYPNAGOGIC FATE by Cindy Fournier

FOR THE ROMANTICS LEFT ALIVE

I’ve been calling you, all this time through.
Have you been hearing my strings; or joining my voice?
Alone yet together with you,
I built the cave where all my dreams, your wishes come true.
Brave. Brave. Brave.
Can you see the ether opening, like my legs for you to press and please?
Can you beg once again for my flesh to dance and freeze?
My teeth still biting yours, I am enduring the main course.
It tastes like blues, a reminiscence of fresh clean jeans impossible to move… in.
I trust the night to brighten our daylight.
This feeling, a thrill eating me alive.
Shivers on my spine, the belt undone, zip down,
You overstepped for a slice of mine.
Religiously, painfully. I’m yours only.
Between Nature and Grace, I’ve erased all sights, all traces of sane.
I’m losing it. Licking it. Pretending to survive.
Thriving for pride. Hungry. So politely hungry.
I close my eyes to rejoice with you.
You’re far, I’m apart. And I hear your melody, sensual melancholy,
Grabbing my neck, this wreck from a long time bullied.
Because I’m real.
Because I’m deep.
As intense as the universe itself.
The black holes on everyone’s road.
You’re welcome to jump in with me.
Simply believe, that when I extend senses and meanings,
It then reaches the infinite, blossoming roots and leaves outside from within.
You’ll suer and collapse because it hurts.
It hurts like flames rolling on the oil of your skin,
Never ending.
An eternal trance of sex and murders.
The negative in every picture,
Entering every crack and bone with splendour.
I call it… Addiction to TORTURE.