More poetry for you this evening, my dearests, as I work on my next longer (!!) piece.
Hint: it’s about love. [I know, what else would it be about?]
The heat of you lingers on my devil’s tongue, rippling through the distance. I feel your presence penetrate my movement. Move me Move me! Permeate my being. Please, this wanting. I breathe more deeply Do you love this? And this, too? I am your messy conquest. And you? Witness graciously my unraveling, softening, singing. A prayer, beckoning. With every warm exhale your consciousness melts me. Drink me. I’m endless. I open deeper, remembering, forgetting, becoming nothing, loving everything. At least, I try. I try to become more human, letting go of stubbornness — this resistance that has left my mind now lives within my sinews. You love all of this? You love all of this. The rarest gift. Touching me with loving kindness. A meditation on my flesh Carnal knowledge. Controlled violence.
A veritable sensual feast. A lot of fun too.