I find
Make
Sculpt
Time
Into raw materials
Alchemical focus
As the slow burn of
Desire held at bay
Becomes art
But still,
A man who would be comfortable
With taking you hard
Wherever I found you
But duty and appropriate
Behaviour stay my rough, strong
Hands and their invitation
To your sweet, secret places
So for now
It becomes
Art
MB Blissett 