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Kisses As prayers

Damp from the rain outside

And dirt under my nails

Hands shaking with fatigue

And there you are

Bare to me

Excuse the rough way I look at you

I’m elegant hunger

Except sometimes the sight of you

Overpowers me

Take you and pin down

This writhing hunger within

Because I’m supposed to be a furtive

Appendage but I’m a satyr,

A lustful pilgrim finding

Salvation between your quivering

Thighs and my kisses there

Are prayers

And I pray with such focus

That we will both see God.

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White Ribbons

It’s almost tension

After a fashion,

But, it makes me crumble a little

Just to walk into the room

And see you,

Testing me and

how strong you make me

Wishing this moment would

Last forever

And tomorrow, we will return

To ourselves

But tonight

My hands

My mouth are glacial warm whispers

And here, where I spill white ribbons,

Fighting back tears sometimes,

You inspire a

Divine animal idiocy

The way I look at you,

If it almost seems violent

No, it is worship,

Bare skin conversations

With your eyes and your sighs

Rising like smoke in the air,

It breaks me long before

It would ever break you.

My book Until She Sings is out now.

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Sweet prayers

Never sure

If I’m divine inspiration

Or demonic warning

Perhaps a hairs breadth

Between them

Sit still with animal

Apollonian

Dionysus making other plans

And sometimes I

Touch you and you recoil

Too much energy

At too tender a time

I would render you

Into the woods

Take you amidst the

Leaves on a found altar

Over and over again

Raw with it

And in so doing

God

Man

Animal

All the same

All served

Coral pink kisses

Sweet and damp

Serving as prayer

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A Song For A Beast

It isn’t so much

A matter of giving the

Beast what it wants

As not indulging it

When it comes to you

Of not slipping loose

This skin

And pinning you down

Fuck you to shuddering pieces

Make a mess of you

Until your pleading eyes

Look into mine

And see

Everything and nothing

You could recognise

Like an asteroid

Hurtling towards you

Too implacable to destroy

But you will only

Burn with too much

Pleasure

Singing to your pelvis

Equal parts percussion

Bass and melody

Until my beast

Falls silent

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Crowned by the dawn

All the warmth and joy without

Having to be furtive in pursuit

A languid pace

A child’s idling walk

Busy, at times, to the point

Where I can hardly catch

My breath

But I surf or spread wings

Of persistent purpose

And take to the skies

I could run naked

Into the woods.

Howl with such joy

Make a bed of soft leaves

To take you upon

Weave flowers

In your hair

And the ones on your head

Sniff and stroke

Rough fingers, made damp

With skill

Coax high whispers of delight

As I took possession

But first,

Tea and lunches packed,

Shopping lists,

Crowned by the dawn

With work already done

And I tell you nothing

But show you

Each and every time

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What Becomes

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

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Day and date

Each day is a date

As much as a struggle

Not to ravish you against the

Counter

To lap at you

As a wave laps against the shore

A crown of foam raised

Then swallowed back

But the world demands

My participation.

My attention

But you stand there

I breathe you in

Inhale you until you shiver

Then go about my day

But I carry you with me

Equally distraction

And inspiration

Until such time as high tide

Returns

Made uncivil by appetite

And pin down

This beast within me

A man, nothing more

But also everything

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