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A quiet glow

Breathe to

Keep it at bay,

Calling it a need

Implies that it’s a weakness

A charge building

Pooling in the hollow places

Enough to tear down

Buildings with my bare hands

I want to tear you apart

Plunge into you and write

Prayers on your bones

To the wild god within me

I’m capable of

Such loving violence

Yet the same impulse

Warrants caution 

Expressed with the delicacy

Of wonder

Surrender and I shall

Keep out the cold

With the fire within me

Even as it’s power

Turns my words to ash

And I sing, glowing like

Phosphorus given oxygens kiss

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Animal sacrament

My hand at
Your throat
As I
Drive
my love
Deep
Slow
So that
you feel
Everything

And the kisses
Opening you
Until with
A shudder you
Drip then melt

Crushed beneath
My fingers like
Ripe fruit
And without
expectations
Unless so inspired
That you
Want to feel
My flesh
Throbbing
An animal
sacrament
Of reciprocity

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My Silence

My silence

Is not that of someone

Unsure

A primal certainty

A purpose that exists

Outside of the storm of

Feeling that follows you

Come, discover you

In my silence

Not a boring,

sycophantic,

domesticated

Pause but a descent

Into the places within you

That yearn for

Feelings that burn like

Sunspots in the void

Of your experiences

I can make you feel

With a tempo, at a level

That would make your

Breath burn chill in

Your lungs

Come, soak me with

The fluidity of yourself

Quench that thirst for

Adventure that robs

You of your strength

What, my darling, would you

Confess if you were

Free to do so,

In my brown, animal eyes

There is no judgement

So curl yourself around me

Bring your lips

To my ear

Tell me

What

You

Want

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Drug/Hungers

I crave
The taste
The texture
Of you
Every sense
Is a hunger
Making me bold
As my mouth
Goes to places
That you’ll shiver
To recall in more
Civilised moments
Things you’ll blush
And stutter in recollection
Because you’re
A drug that strips me
Of shame and
As you ask me
If I can do it again
Bending at the
Waist in anticipation
I smile as I fall
To my knees
Of shame
And my

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Under a ceiling fan

Sometimes
We tear at
One another
Like animals in
Season
Addicts trembling
Want their fix
Less than we want
One another

In sober moments
Let’s not be
Too comfortable
Let us never
Be too complete
And as you show
Me the pale band
Of skin above
Black stocking
My mouth grows
Dry and I realise
That in this
State of divine
Hunger
I feed you too

My tongue
Plunging
Into a balmy
Salty sweet warmth
That makes me
Sizzle as I
Force a measure of art
Into each brush
Of my lips
My tongue
And I fight sobs
At the thought
Of anything else
Being as wonderful
A place to spend
A moment in

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You’re a flower

I can
Taste the hunger
In your kisses
Feel the warmth
Where even your
Blood calls
To me
As you press
against me

My fingers
Against you
Makes your skin
A full garden
And you’re a
Flower
Swaying in the
Breeze of my
Want

In shuddering
Whispers you
Allude to a want
That has a
History of
Being untended
But as you
Guide
My hand
Between your
Clenching
Thighs
I see
Your
Eloquence
Shining

My touch
Takes root
And makes
You bloom
And the molten
Honey of you
Flows in its
Fullness.

Let me see
The sight and
Sound of you
I will
Give you
Cause to
Howl
With
Delight
And all that
I ask
Is for your
Surrender
And the question
Answers
Itself
As I feel
You
Pull
Me
In

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Prayer to women

My breath burns
My mouth waters
Aching to feel
You take all
The charge
From my tender
Flesh
Skin hunger
Taking away reason
Warm blood thickening
As you come closer
You wear many faces
But you breathe
The same way
Come to me
Take away the weight
Of my appetites
So in release I can
See clearly and lightly
Worship as
all believers do
Trading faith for
Release

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