masculinity, passion, poetry, women

Where The Light Gets In

My bones strung

With Christmas lights,

And I feel the light getting out

Through the scars of my

Mistakes but I’ve learned,

How to offer forgiveness,

To those who warrant it,

Silence to those who do not,

And although there have been

Long stretches of velveteen dark,

I made myself real,

And took to the forest,

Fur damp and eyes gleaming,

If the mocking laughter

Reaches me

I’ve attuned my ears

To the envy,

And the pain beneath the

Anger,

I’ve felt it too,

And not seen it as a demonstration of

Virtue,

I live, laugh, love,

With too much force

To hold within

Without control,

Life is a test or

A celebration,

Sometimes both at the same time,

The lesser demons don’t

Break my skin,

And I see them with pity,

Even as I learn from them,

The earth moves beneath me,

Brings my muse closer,

To home,

A person,

A place

All three,

The same thing.

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Good weather

Good weather

And we lay on the blanket

An exquisite portrait

Framed in sunlight

My fingers find the

Best places and you

Swoon, full with deep, warm

Pleasure.

Look into my eyes

See how your pleasure

Reflects in mine

A loving, firm command

Skins tingling like

Fairy dust

And the whole world

Is lava right now

And here

Oh god here

Your fingers

Your lips send me

Roaring like a bear

Hungry with power

What a sweet beast

You make of me

Good weather

As we lay on the blanket

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Sir 2.0 Episode 3: Spoken Word/Audiobook

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The End Of The Affair (Quote)

I loved this film, beautifully filmed and devastating. This scene struck me in particular.
Sarah:
Love doesn’t end, just because we don’t see each other.
Maurice Bendrix:
Doesn’t it?
Sarah:
People go on loving God, don’t they? All their lives. Without seeing him.
Maurice Bendrix:
That’s not my kind of love.
Sarah:
Maybe there is no other kind.
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Reflections in two mirrors

He sent them to be seen by her. That he had tangible proof of his commitment to his purpose and his growth. Each session, each rejection of easy but costly temptation was there in the heft of his pectorals, the lines and striations in his hip flexors and the way that the softness around his jawline was disappearing. He loved the reaction, knowing that she carried the coiling heat of want within her. A talisman against the bland sweep of days. He could not fake the look in his eyes, in a moment sourced in purest expression of his primal, sexual self. Such awareness and acceptance was rare, he had denied it before, but now he was comforted and protected by it.

She struggled with it. She knew the angles to offset the parts of herself that remained distasteful to her. Her body rebelled with the marks of time, but his reaction cast its  magic over her. A litany of informed praise, fuelled by want rather than need. Through him, she saw herself and it rubbed raw against everything else around her. A sweet pain, an eroticized grief that in its rejection, left deep scars that only he would be able to heal.

Now the mirror, the chain of static images connects them both and they pretend it is not there for the sake of sanity.

It remains though, and it would take so little yet so much to pick it up again and feel its comforting, powerful weight.

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Sir 2.0 Episode 2: Processing (spoken word)

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