We lay claim to
who we were
in another’s arms.
We paint pictures
to remember.
When what matters
is that I still shiver
after I cum
because your smile
is waiting for me.
touch has a memory…
chasing the wrong things…
can make you lose
the good thing.
pun intended…
Sometimes I insert us into porn photos and videos I see.
I like to think of you enjoying me.
I like to hear your breath in my ear – the sounds you make
when touching me pleases you more than you have words for.
tired from the work…
abiding joy.
mysterious peace.
riotous rest.
not a man…
If you like
I’ll be furious flesh elemental,
or- changing to tones that the sunset arouses- if you like-
I’ll be extraordinary gentle,
not a man but – a cloud in trousers.
– Vladimir Mayakovsky –
a hope carol…
A night was near, a day was near,
Between a day and night
I heard sweet voices calling clear,
Calling me:
I heard a whirr of wing on wing,
But could not see the sight;
I long to see my birds that sing,
I long to see.
Below the stars, beyond the moon,
Between the night and day
I heard a rising falling tune
Calling me:
I long to see the pipes and strings
Whereon such minstrels play;
I long to see each face that sings,
I long to see.
Today or may be not today,
Tonight or not tonight,
All voices that command or pray
Calling me,
Shall kindle in my soul such fire
And in my eyes such light
That I shall see that heart’s desire
I long to see.
L
– Christina Georgina Rossetti
