Carnal Knowledge

poetic ponderings on the flesh

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?]

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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.