#marcelwrites

[marcelwrites]

I pull you in close, our skin pressed together, and I whisper in your ear that you're mine.

[mattydemise]

Would u wrote poems for me

Earn it.

Plus I have no idea who you are lmao

[natures-uprise]

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[marcelwrites]

I think I'd like to wake up beside you in the middle of the night. The room cold but our body radiates a gentle warmth. I can't really see you except for what's illuminated by the thinnest slivers of light passing through the blinds. I'm close to drifting back to sleep but I know you're there beside me. That's all the fantasy is. No passionate sex or grand displays of romance. Just the comfort of waking up next to someone you care for, and falling asleep next to them. Their presence is everything, those moments are everything.

[marcelwrites]

touch starved and

hungry for

a love

that only

souls understand

‘hungry’ poetry by matthew marcel

[marcelwrites]

I am the wound and the blade, the torturer and the flayed.

Charles Baudelaire, 'The Flowers of Evil'.

[marcelwrites]

Dreams of you haunt me still.

[marcelwrites]

People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, 'The Brothers Karamazov'

[marcelwrites]

“Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face — there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.”

— Fernando Pessoa

[marcelwrites]

Plot Twist: You're my person and I'm yours and we spoil one another recklessly and with such abandon and love that others look at what we have and they too share some small, glowing joy for what we have.

[marcelwrites]

I need to ravish you and leave nothing left.

[marcelwrites]

Pre–Amphibian by Margaret Atwood

[marcelwrites]

i found her in the forest covered with creeping vines, the air fragrant with lust and undergrowth, each thin white finger of her hand reach for me, and in her eyes i saw pleading and the knee buckled weakness of someone raw and freshly fucked, but there was not another soul in sight, as her fingers tugged at my clothing and pressed into my skin with warm sweaty wanting, among the dense cover of trees, with her bare back against the evergreen, legs spread revealing some deep fleshy peace, perhaps i would give in and join her, this queen of the eternal woods.

‘evergreen’ poetry my matthew marcel

[marcelwrites]

Ravenous for you and only you.

[marcelwrites]

i will crave, hunger, and pine, until you're mine, and when you're with me, i'll hold you closer than comfort allows, cherishing every morsel of us, until we both slumber like the long dead, warm in our tombs of soil.

'hungering' poetry by matthew marcel