Here is the seventh entry for my chapbook, On Worth and Worship! This one is another older one that I'm repurposing into the collection, and acts to both play into the theme, but also show my early writing to contrast with the improvements in my newer writing. This one is actually much better than earlier poems, and it's the one that got into my university's fine arts journel. Woohoo! Good stuff, and I'm very proud of it!

"A Consummate Reverie So Familiar channels my own feelings towards Vore and uses it to communicate through tone and connection how, through interpretation, Vore can even be something of comfort and benevolent care. After reflecting on Lines Composed as if Dead Ended, I realized the importance of staying focused and channeling myself into the work. And so, I wrote A Consummate Reverie So Familiar. After reflecting on that poem, I decided to further perfect my method within my creative writing class. I embraced the flexibility of details and development that a short story provides and used it to communicate the concept and conflict of Lines Composed as if Dead Ended, as well as the vore-positive sentiment of A Consummate Reverie So Familiar and the personal-channeling method I used within it,"
-Excerpt from the foreword of On Worth and Worship


Thank you so much for reading!

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Old Description:

Here is a personal poem that actually made it into the fall 2018 printing of Lyceum, my university's fine arts journal! This is probably my proudest work so far :)

The intent of this poem is to give spotlight to a very emotional perspective of vore, a completely non-erotic take, with the goal of helping to legitimize the topic outside of being kink material and to expand on its creative possibilities. I hope I did well in doing so!

The species category says Western Dragon because that's how I imagined it, but nothing in the poem actually specifies what species the pred is. That information is insignificant, so imagine it as whatever comes easiest to you! The poem is meant to resonate with the reader, so I didn't want to restrict who/what the pred could be imagined as.

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Full Text

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A Consummate Reverie So Familiar

Oh, what tumultuous sorrow
There is in my world!
How I wish I could retreat
Past the pearly white gates,
To be welcomed in to a place that
Fancies itself my home.

Oh, and what a loving home it is!
At my arrival: The host, drooling with excitement
At the touch of his appendage:
A flood of pleasure to him and myself.
Pure in heart; Pure in substance.
His tongue quivers at my taste.
The tongue, oh, it does not get mad at me
There is no behavior of which
It gets irritated with me.
If I push, it pushes back.
Not in curséd revenge; but
In most pleasant play.

It loves me for what I am.
My faults are meaningless to it.
It revels in my sensations
And rewards me with slathering affection,
Its adoration coating my skin.

My heart is ablaze
Yet I am so at peace.
A relaxing humidity,
complemented by intimate breath,
Sanctifies his given shelter.
My heart is racing,
in his overwhelming grasp,
Beating for such a remarkable privilege
To be so entrapped in affections.

I’m enclosed
In a blanket of safety
Oh, most wonderful shelter
In a world of chaos and insecurity!
Away from all the suffering..
All the damn suffering.
Away from the hurt,
And the worry,
And the anger,
And the hate.
It is a balm
To the torment that I face.
It is a paradise
Amid a battlefield,
In a world so cruel after kind.
This ephemeral maw
Is most beautiful respite.
The fleeting moment lasts an eternity
And brings me an indescribable
Peace
Comfort
Joy
Love
Safety,
Unconditionally.

In these moments, he is my world.
There is nothing past
The lining of breathing flesh
And sheltering bone.
My scope, my vision, my touch,
My hearing, my taste, my smell:
They are all his
And he gives them to myself.

With no other motives
Than the pleasure of my presence
We join in this embrace.
A humid, clinging breath of intimacy;
A submerging, smooth glob of adoration;
A coarse, fleshy bed of love;
A thick, heavy scent of warmth;
A pearl, staunt cradle so safe
I am home
I am happy
I am his.