Send nudes. Send honey. Write me your dirtiest poetry and post it in an envelope sealed with your wettest kisses. Send lockets of your hair that I may sniff and chew before falling asleep listening to the rain blowing against the window. Send me an ounce or two of your soul in an old Sainsbury’s jam jar that I may tentatively inhale one evening while drunk and somewhere between elation and suicidal despair. Send me your old school reports and let me imagine you as you used to be, so innocent and dreamy and as yet unharmed by the hand of man. Make toast and see the face of Jesus. Send me the crumbs and watch via video chat as I snort them along with a mixture of grounded cinnamon and salt rocks that blow off my balls and make my gums bleed. Pluck your eyebrows then mix the little darlings into a broth of your piss, spit and blood, and I’ll gladly drink the lot because to be at one with you is the only thing that matters. Breathe. Breathe some more. Gob at the sky then feel as light as air as your mind separates from your body as you travel to locations from your past in search of spiritual and physical enlightenment the rest never seem bothered to find. Those nudes, though. Make them tasteful and make me want you as if you’re right there in front of me. Take a few pages of my book, scrunch them up, and make them disappear like some kind of magician. Put me in you and make me eternal. Disturb the dust and destroy entire continents as you spread your legs and wiggle your toes in a hazy moment that sits outside of time. Your body should become a landscape that dominates my mind. It should act as a labyrinth from which I can never escape. Keep me. Make me your plaything. Watch as I lose myself unable to tell the difference between what’s real and what’s a lie. Not that I care, though, for as long as the madness comes from you, your version of the truth is just fine. Send nudes. Send honey. Write me a line or two that makes my tummy feel funny.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
So beautiful! Disturb the dust….
Thank you very much 🙂
Literally? lol! Love this so much, it’s incredible. It’s going to take a trip to HOH shortly. What say you? x
Haha! I’m a bit more subtle than that in real life 😉
I would be honoured, Holly. Thank you!
And I’m delighted you enjoyed it so much 🙂
This is a perfect gem! 🙂
🙂 x
x…thank you Stephen. It’s an honor to share this at my blog.
Honoured I am x
x
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A figurative gem from SK Nicholas
Thank you so much, Holly x
My pleasure, x
Seriously love this!
“Send me an ounce or two of your soul in an old Sainsbury’s jam jar that I may tentatively inhale one evening while drunk and somewhere between elation and suicidal despair.”
“Disturb the dust and destroy entire continents as you spread your legs and wiggle your toes in a hazy moment that sits outside of time. Your body should become a landscape that dominates my mind. “
Thank you! I’m so glad these words resonated with you, Christine x
It is a fabulous piece
**sigh** I love this. To be thought of in this way, deeply and fully, would be a beautiful thing. Thanks for sharing!
I’m sure it will feel like nothing else when it does.
And thank you for your kind words.
I hope you are well today, my friend 🙂
Wow This is so beautiful. It’s beyond perfect. It’s love.
Loved the alluring imageries. This is one marvellous Piece.
That’s such a lovely thing for you to say!
I’m delighted that you enjoyed it so much, and that it struck a chord with you.
☺️☺️☺️
I like the style of this. Nicely done!
Thank you very much, my friend!
You’re welcome!
Breathtakingly gorgeous this piece is
Thank you very much! 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂
Mesmerizing writing.
Thank you!
On some levels, we all want our innocences back again, knowing that we can’t have it back, because, once it’s gone, it’s gone…
Most definitely. We all know we can’t go back, and yet we still ache for that innocence with a passion.
Wonderfully random, but oh those words!
Thank you, my friend. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
I love the raw, frenetic flow of this. And how for the right person, tunnel vision is the only one we really need.
Thank you very much, A.G.
Yes, I agree. For that one person, tunnel vision is the only way.
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S. K. Nicholas
Thank you!
Love this so much. Xx
So glad you do! Xx
This is real. This is dirty, raw and beautiful. This is real.
Thank you ever so much, Erich. That it feels real to you makes me happy. This is what we’re about. The real. The truth.
I couldn’t agree more, my friend.
i cant stop being amazed by your works. thank you
Thank you, my friend.