Dearer One

        
Loving.
Sex.
Pure light.
Dark heat.
Fire.
Want.
Tight.
Controlled.
Passion.
Poison.
Naked.
Rapt.
Aching.
Surrender.
Giving.
Tasting.
Taken.
Beauty.
Known.
Held.
Holy lust.
Dangerous longing.
Black peace.
White rage.
Oh!
Exhaustion.
Float.
Drift.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Come here you.
Make me all of what makes you my dearer one.
Make me see music in my silence.
Seduce me with the scent of the void in your breath on me in you.

Ribbons of satin and silk lie on the sheets still tracing the hard and soft of love.

I can taste you without even pressing my lips tightly together to wet my whispered vows.

I can see in the dark you carve out inside me and I don’t have to close my eyes.

My hands remain where you tied them. Free to carry your heat through my own fingers like a redhot brand across bone and muscle and skin, I choose to submit completely to you and to you and to you and to you alone.

I don’t need it to be anything I could do.

It is the only time I have never needed to do anything to myself.

The thought of you is enough.

 

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Never Enough

They finally did catch up with me. So what.
It was good while it lasted, being out there
where I let you get through to me. Now where
should I escape? My other doors’re shut,
my wheels’re worn thin, my pens’re undercut
and all my beds’re taken. Eh, vive la guerre!

Each word unsaid is holy, like a prayer
— each word taken to heart, anything but.

Mine take after what yours most maligns
like an old poem, how when come to an end
it can’t recreate, repeats repeats repeats,
lining up lost thoughts like empty streets
where strangers gawk like limericks and each friend
works like a piece with only fourteen lines.

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Bone’s Mother

What touch might ease your aching to your bone?
May I give you my flesh, get warm and wet
for you, embrace your want in tender sweat,
accept your pain inside, yours for my own?

Sing to me of lovers who have known
your subtle body’s secret silhouette,
of wisdom learned, of madness they’ll forget,
of fruit you’ve carried of wild seed they’ve sown.

Your legs! Your arms! Your back! Your neck! Your cheek!
Don’t sacrifice a single part! Not one!
If anything, take all of mine to add
the strength you need when you’re most tired and weak
and feeling old. I love each love you’ve done,
bone’s mother to each child I never had.

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