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Tiny stars

Unwrapping

Caressing

Stroking

Infinitesimal

Coaxing gestures

As I reveal

Deepen the mystery of

You and I

Composed of

Tiny stars as we

Race towards velvet darkness

A mutual oblivion

Wild quiet regard

And kiss me 

As we taste one another’s

Souls

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I write poems

On your skin

Sonnets against the

Soft skin of your

Thighs

Composing upwards

To what is mine

Tongue haiku

But I forget how many

Syllables

Until you reach and take my

Head in your hands

Correcting my grammar

And you ask

Permission to reply

And on sheets

Dripping sweet

Your voice

Grows louder

Than mine

 

 

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I see you

I’m

Action

Not words

(Pardon the irony)

Listening to you

And beguiled by

The light in your eyes

Beauty undoes

But does not

Unman me

The quiet intimacy

Flows like the dance of

Autumnal leaves

And I am fighting through

The urge to master

The rising tide of

Desire

I’m made animal

Tender tough and

Open like sky

My presence is not

Penance but the wisdom

Of long nights

Spent in contemplative prayer

The god within me

A thing of warm shadow

Leaves and fur

Callused skin and slow

Hands in motion

Knows itself

And

I

See

You

With my

Heat

My hardness

 

 

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Enough

Once would

Be enough

But it wouldn’t

Like the falling away of

Scales from eyes

There is no point

Where I look

Either within or at you

And think

Enough.

Placed equidistant

Between wanting to

Hold hands and listen

And to take you

Without pause or restraint

To hold you with

The force of passion

You inspire

Once

Reveals

Confirms

Affirms

But

It is not

Enough

 

 

 

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Like waves

Want

Like waves against

The shore

Tell you how I

Want you to look

Offer up feelings

Over thoughts

The white noise song

Of the ocean

Sun is setting

And the wind is bracing

But the thought of you

Artful smile

The low, capricious

Giggle of your voice

Warming how your

Speech stirs

Me as I watch the

Sea

 

 

 

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Animal in man’s skin

It remains

Alongside

Within

Yet apart

The call to ravish

A form of soul lycanthropy

My fur is soft

Flesh beneath

Is full

I pull you close

Sinking my fingers

Into your skin

Using my strength

To draw the divine

Feminine

Upon which

I hunger

Rasping licks

As you writhe underneath

Me

Fight me

With everything you have

I demand nothing

Less than the

Truest expression

Of you

And as the breaking

Moment breaks

I am made tender

Gentle and the bear

Well, it never goes away

But it waits

Within my skin

 

 

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Serpent

Amidst the

Quiet order

You played as

Children

Treated as such

His rib

Given breath

I was always there

Curled in the branches

Tongue moving in

Flickers

As our eyes met

Your innocence

Beguiling

And my knowledge

Intoxicating

The fruit

Hung

Full and suspended,

On the branch

You bit deep

And tasted the knowledge

Of your flesh

You feared exile

But freedom is

The drug I offer

Surrender

On terms of

Breaking and renewal

Run your

Fingers down the

Length of me

Coiling around me

Squeeze the breath

As I teach you

Again

 

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