I transmute
Refine
The beautiful within
The filth
I reciprocate
In the mercurial dance
Of passion even as
The tempo changes
My motives are the
Primal made manifest,
Made true by actions
Unexamined,
I draw from the depths
And celebrate the wild
Constant change within you,
Not as supplicant
But as one who sees
The hunger in your eyes,
The games we make up
On the spot and mourn
When the world calls us in
To dinner and there is still
Light enough to play by.
I have no motives
Beyond the reflections
We cast of one another,
Baby girl,
And the desire to act
On primal instincts
To build a fire
Against the darkness,
Wrap a fur around
Shivering shoulders
And to fuck
You to smithereens
Pass the time
In seeing how hard I can make
You feel
My
Love.
MB Blissett 