Even if your body melts into mine,
if every curve and line has found its mirror,
still I would murmur:
Pull me closer.

For desire is a fire that refuses boundaries,
a hunger that drinks even from fullness,
a kiss that aches for its own echo
again, and again, and again.

The crow perches on stone and calls it a summit;
the falcon rises, carrying the summit in its wings.

The word lover clung like a borrowed coat,
tight at the throat, a choking note.
A name too small, a mask too worn,
where daylight dulled and night was torn.

But my body burned another song,
beneath the sun, the moon’s throng.
A hunger sharp, a tender sting,
when love was caged in spoken thing.

Then you appeared
your hand a flame,
a silence tearing through my name.
Through wandering tongues, through shifting skies,
you struck a lantern in my eyes.

Not "finger me", so brutal, bare,
but feel me breathing in the air.
Not "eat me out", that hollow cry,
but taste me where the dark stars lie.

Not "**** me", thrown into the night,
but **** me "God" till it’s a rite.

Your words, like threads of molten fire,
wrapped me hard in raw desire.
A temple rose, not clean, but true:
I opened whole, I opened new.

And oh, my God
what filthy love can do.

First sip, warm sunshine.
Drawn from love, a tender breast,
A sleepy, peaceful, infant rest.

Milk sweet wine,
Years blurred, a fading line.
Old age now, a hazy gaze,
Lost in a forgotten daze.

Milk sweet wine,
Life's journey, intertwine.
Still drinking deep, though senses sleep,
A final toast, secrets to keep.

A rhythm stirs, a whispered plea,
When hands entwined with you and me.
He dances, swift and light and free,
A language spoken, wild and glee.

Uncommon words, a vibrant hue,
His movements paint a canvas new.
From sheltered arm, a gentle shove,
He lifts me high, to realms above.

A fluffy cloud, a soft embrace,
Where sunbeams fade, and shadows chase.
And then, the heavens weep in tears,
Black rain descends, dispelling fears.

Within my eyes, the torrent falls,
A cleansing shower, soothing calls.
He carries me, a fragile thing,
Where joy and sorrow softly sing.

Through swirling mists, and skies so vast,
He holds me close, a cherished cast.
A whispered promise, soft and low,
Where love resides, and shadows flow.

The white shirt whispers secrets low,
Of curves and shadows, soft aglow.
A hint of blush, a tender plea,
For lips to find what eyes can't see.

Red paint upon a whispered vow,
Invites a touch, right here and now.
A promise held in crimson bright,
A burning ember in the night.

Dark lines frame a gaze so deep,
A siren's call that lulls to sleep.
A hunger stirs, a wicked game,
Where souls are lost and hearts aflame.

No words exist to paint the sight,
Of fabric clinging, dark and tight.
A silent language, bold and bare,
A challenge whispered on the air.

Her voice, a flame that dances high,
Demands surrender, makes you sigh.
A circus trick, a burning grace,
Leaving ashes in its place.

I knelt, compelled by burning need,
To beg for pain, to plant the seed.
No choice, perhaps, or maybe yes,
To taste the fire, to confess.

My lord, pluck out my eyes, for I have seen,
A world of dazzling light, a cruel, bright sheen.
My ears, deaf now, to all the melodies,
For I have listened to the serpent's lies.

I've sinned, my lord, and loved the gilded lie,
And hated truth, with a contemptuous sigh.
A vision fair, a wonderment of sight,
Her song, a siren, stealing all my light.

She sings, and I, am captive to the sound,
My soul adrift, upon a treacherous ground.
Quoth I, a fool, entranced by her sweet grace,
Lost in her beauty, in her alluring space.

So, pluck my eyes, and seal my listening ear,
For in this world, I fear, I cannot steer.
From truth's embrace, my heart has turned away,
And now I crave the darkness, come what may.