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A poem has secrets that
the poet knows nothing of.— Stanley Kunitz —
it all cums down…
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It all comes down
to very little,
but that very little
is so much.
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 –
boo…
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before…
– Edgar Allan Poe –
when you’re standing in the sun…
My memory loves you;
it asks about you all the time.
– Jonathan Carroll –
the fountain of you…
something tells me…
He offers to bite my nipples through my shirt.
I offer to fuck him until his sweet cum sighs through me,
making me hunger for more.
Something tells me this could be a win-win kind of sitch-ee-ation.
he said…
hush…
in the pause…
beautiful child…
I’m not sure if my heart should be ignored
I’ll follow any thing that leads me to your door…
… You just drive me wild
– The Blow Monkeys –