The writings of Hunter Coch

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I See

I see a woman
Desperate to keep faith to an
Absent man of war.

I see a lone man
Rejected by a woman
Long lost long ago.

I see a couple
Sitting in a dark corner
Lost in lust and love.

I see the drunkards
Desperate for life
To take them away.

-Hunter Coch

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. . .

Lust and desire

Grow as the evening deepens.

What has the night done?


Sex and Death

WARNING: The following haibun contains graphic depictions of sex and murder along with religious and spiritual themes that may offend some readers.

Sex & Death

Sex and death caress

Comes the sharpened steel through flesh.

Agonies beauty.

She stands naked at the open bedroom door with nothing but the bible and a bloody knife. Sweat beaded on her brow, her chest heaved with heavy breath. Her heart was empty of emotion, but her body was beyond orgasmic. Sex and death were no longer separate.

Her lover lies dead; he penetrated her, she penetrated him. They both came. The scent of sex and iron filled the small apartment.

The bible dropped from her hands (why was she holding it?). The knife was held firm, bloodied and bent.

 

Rain falls on bare skin,

Forgotten inhibitions,

Lovers touch and kiss.

 

Cheap liquor and refried cigarettes rest on his breath; it’s heavy and rhythmic.

Her tongue tastes of whisky.

They’re both wet from the rain and heavy petting. Clumsy they fall upon the steel steps to his building, pain shoots from his spine, but his agony only makes her more excited. Despite the pain he can’t stop, his wet hands reach up her shirt and tear at her bra. His nails scratch at her nipple. It’s cold and erect.

 

Lone drop of water

Sultry eyes follow its path,

Sensual shiver.

 

Time slows.

Her eyes follow a single drop of water down the green painted metal rail. It shimmers from the lights of the passing cars. She bites him, but her eyes still follow the drop. Only when he pulls her through the door does she stop following its singular beauty.

The hall lights flicker. Her ecstasy is what he wants.

He’ll get it.

They’re not quite making their way down the white corridor, the neighbors were disturbed.

She ran her nails down his chest with his back to the apartment door, red lines cut deep and he bleeds but takes no notice.

He fumbles with the lock while she follows the bloody marks with her tongue. It tastes of iron, pineapple, and sweat.

His white shirt is stained red and wet with rain.

 

Anticipating

delight from his forceful touch.

Torn, her shirt removed.

 

The apartment door swings open and they both fall into the small living room. Pain shoots down his back originating from his previous injury. He arcs with the sharp pain. She gets excited, opens his fly and rubs her palm hard against his erect penis. He forgets about the pain.

Drunk on whisky and weed, she lets her ecstasy consume the woman she was to become the beast she is. She tears open his cheap white shirt, grasps his nipple violently and kisses him, not as a lover but as her victim.

 

Rage and arousal,

The beast within emerges,

But for a moment.

 

He begins to feel concern, this woman who so eagerly wants to fuck. The power of lust suppresses the concern quite easily when her bra is removed and her breasts are free. She places his face between them and he licks the skin between; one hand holds her back, the other grasps the mound of beautiful flesh.

She pulls him to his bedroom. He’s oblivious to her familiarity.

 

Religions power

Forgotten by desire.

Salvation by flesh.

 

A bible sits on the disheveled bed.

He throws her to the mattress. He removes her pants; she removes his. Neither wears underwear.

He goes down. He’s gentle and tender to her and makes love to her with his tongue. He’s good, but she doesn’t want love or tenderness, she wants rough. She wants to fuck not make love. She grabs his head and pulls him into her vagina. He can barely breathe. She cums.

He gets up and puts his dick in her, he learned his lesson and puts it in hard and deep.

 

No love, only fuck.

The serpent rises within,

She has been summoned.

 

He thrusts inside her, she rips at his skin. She can taste the blood. She can feel the violent pleasure.

They turn and she rides him like the animal he is. She arches’ her back, her hands grasping his legs. Her breasts look to the heavens. The moisture beads and the light refracts. She is the image of heavenly pleasure.

 

Intensity, pure

pleasure rises through her, pure.

The serpent rises.

 

She feels the power.

“I’m gonna cum”, he whispers.

“No yet”, she demands.

 

Somehow, through the power of her will, he holds back the force screaming to explode.

And she rides longer and harder; the serpent rises higher within her and with each bite comes a shiver or a seizure, she can’t tell nor does she care. It’s a power within her, an enlightenment from raw sexual power.

 

She can taste his blood.

She feels the throbbing within.

The serpent’s ready.

 

“I can’t hold it,” he screams.

She doesn’t hear him, she’s ready. He cums with a beastly roar. She cums and the serpent strikes.

 

Bodies burst black flame

Flesh becomes that of dark light

The world, forgotten.

 

She stands naked and alone in the open shower. The water pours over the goose-bumped skin washing away the blood and cum. The water follows her dark hair down as she rubs herself. His body still on the bed opposite the wall.

Masturbation recalls the memory and emotion.

 

Touch, the serpent stirs.

She wiggles in the tall grass,

Coiled and ready.

 

He lays flayed, spread out on the mattress. She stands over, still naked and dripping from the shower. Her clothes are spread out through the apartment. Her shirt, missing. She takes one of his. It’s too big and you can see her black bra through its cheap white cotton. She doesn’t care.

Someone knocks at the door.

She can’t find her panties.

The door knocks again.

She remembers she wasn’t wearing any.

The door knocks a third time. This time she looks through the peephole. An attractive young blond woman stands. She looks aggravated. She looks like she’s been crying.

She doesn’t answer the door

“Tony, you there?” The blonde behind the door whimpers.

Tony, she didn’t know his name. She put’s her pants on but stumbles in the process.

“Shit,” she mumbles under her breath. But the blonde behind the door remained silent, or maybe she’s gone.

A crucifix hangs above the door.

 

She has no remorse,

Nothing is holy under

The sacred profane


The Way, A collection of 25 Haiku

The Way

1.

A river moves through

Stone and clay, weaving a path;

Its tenderness cuts.

2.

A tender flower,

Small, petite, living in stone.

The petals flutter.

3.

Old flame marks the trail,

Stone formations block my path,

I continue on.

4.

A nymphs’ paradise,

She dances on damp green grass,

A seductive grin.

5.

Suns’ ray touches dew,

Shows the magic of fungus

Growing on dead tree.

6.

She moves wickedly,

Between the shadows and light,

Touching her damp flesh.

7.

Ach! A thread of web,

It tickles the face with fear,

But no spider comes.

8.

Armadas of ants,

Cleaning the forest of death,

Thrice they block my path.

9.

From valley to hill,

Shaded path to sunny sky,

The way moves forward.

10.

High upon hilltop,

The heat grows, no shade to help,

Resting on dry dirt.

11.

Handsome nymph returns,

Covered in matted orange dust,

Dancing wildly.

12.

Rejuvenated,

White and gray clouds shatter light

Calming beating heart.

13.

Single flower sits,

Of peach and red apple hues,

A butterfly sips.

14.

Returning below,

Valley of oaks and willows,

A rippling creek.

15.

Sophia slithers,

Long and black with yellow stripes.

She crosses my path.

16.

Young bluejay perches,

His eyes follow as I walk,

Harsh and high chirps sound.

17.

Old oak of wisdom,

Standing tall on the journey,

Gnarled branches reach.

18.

Rippling creek stops,

Still pool sits by sacred grove,

Oaks and willows thrive.

19.

On a single stone,

She lies in a ray of light,

Dressed in natures way.

20.

Bug sits, a fish feeds

Small birds call, leaf falls then floats,

Trees speak in the breeze.

21.

Sitting on a stone

By a clear pool of water,

Seeing the magic.

22.

Cool wind as dusk nears,

And the trees shiver with life,

Anticipation.

23.

At the point of dusk,

From water a nymph rises,

Kissing naked lips.

24.

Lips pressed, desire.

Lips pulled into pond of glass,

Lips filled with rapture.

25.

Into cool wet void,

Falling into dark decay,

To sleep forever.

All haiku are numbered for future convenience. Some or all of these may end up as visual poetry.


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The Dark Way

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Eyes
The eyes of nature
They follow and read the signs
And consume the dead.

Two Ghosts
You sit against life,
Under barren winter tree,
Where we met for secret love.

You held my hearts joy,
Under barren winter tree,
Together our bodies rot.

Withering Wind
From the north, wind blows,
A whispering wind that creeps,
Withering the soul.
Leaves fall in lonely forests,
The wind comes to those that call.

Summoned
He comes with arcane
Words and deeds to dark to say.
He leaves with a vow
To bring desires this way.

His price is me,
Lost,
Insane.

None
Empty land of stars,
Night in a winter desert,
Scent of the cold dust.


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Senryu: Children

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Playing in the sky,
Across seas of space and time,
Limits are unknown