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Gravity

Suns first blush

Letting you sleep awhile

Stealing away to the page

But I’ll return

This is no secret

How I’ve always known

This connection to a process

I’ve worn as armour

Laid beneath like a blanket fort

And you’ve never sought to

Steal it from me

So here, between pages,

A kiss of phonemes and analogies

Fresh hot tea

And the spry quiet expression

I have when I’ve attended to

The grand works and so here

My attention, offered and accepted,

Steal back to bed and close my eyes

Breathe you in

As you move towards

Me, compelled by gravity

Of fulfilled purpose

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Skin

Sweat

Urgent actions

Free from nouns

Verbs

Adjectives

I need fire

Not ‘fire’

Surrender

Not ‘surrender’

Your body is enough

The smell and taste

Make me primitive

Impossible and fragile

As it is

I could stay here

Forever

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Sword and Sheath

My sword is sharp

Raised high above my head

It cuts through the tendons of

My weakness

Heals in passing

Even as it leaves scars

But oh how you

Are its sheath and without

A place to rest

The edge never dulls

And it turns on me

In its thirst for release

Let me plunge it deep

With the force of my attention

There, I shall rest

A moment’s oblivion

And a reconnection

To the gentle man I can

Sometimes be

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A rock amidst a storm

Rain washes away

The dirt of past transgression

Lightning scorches

Gouges glowing lava bright,

When there are cracks

Your gales test them to

See if they can be widened

Further

Laughing at your hailstones

Even as I’m burnished by

The play of your storm

You drift away

But return and

Find me stronger and hardier

For the expression

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Kiss

Your voice

Sounding like it’s

Underwater

Suckling like

A loving snake bite

Pinned beneath my kiss

My lips swimming

Within the sweet wine rivers

Of your skin

Flat tongued caresses

Casting spells into your

Flesh

As a gourmet on their deathbed

Dreams of a perfect final meal

The urge to live

And die in this raw, delicious

Moment

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Say My Name

To swim in the

Warm waters of your ocean

To slide roots

Into your yielding earth

My tongue

A gentle brand

Leaving marks of

Coruscating delight

On and within you

No part of you

Stays my advance

And I am relentless

Animalistic in my control

I lay my weight upon you

Take you and fill you

A vessel for the divine

Pantheons pass between us

And in this cycle

We die and are reborn

In the same skin

I’m hungry without

Desperation but the want

Sings hosannas and I hear

The siren call of your skin

Say my name

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monsters and reflections

I know my monster

Greying fur shimmering

In the twilight

It has my eyes

It lives in the forest

Far from causal insult

Its claws are clean

Short because it

Relies more on force

Than precision but

It can be gentle

Conscientious but not so much

It becomes a pet

Asleep wherever you’re

Looking to walk to

It knows love

And serves as its gamekeeper

When grief steals in

And cuts, my monster

Retreats until the scars

Turn silver like its fur,

It is drawn to wild honey

Erudition and capriciousness

Served with amused regard

I know my monster

And in so doing

Reach to a state of

Earthen grace.

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