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MY POWER

Image

mirror mimic me
show me shadow
perfection glass
give me lies

mind me mirror
speaking easy
flowers —
misty song perfume

tonight is sin
tomorrow beg
grace above —
that One forgives

time burning
my fleshy youth
so plans in plans
i’m tricking you

twisting fate
upon my finger
commanding you
with my power

tonight my altar
at the ‘y’
i pray you pray
bending more than knee

:: 02-06-2014 ::


I’M SO CUPID

SEEING you and him in a wish
I shall not pass by this night
but cast an arrow across your hearts
spark the light of love — your souls
light breaks — daybreak loves you most
a new day of love for you both
and I sling my arrows your way

All I want is to give love
and love is all I can give
and all is the air I need
to breath the love into you

Tomorrow comes and many other days
gracefully taking time in stride
and loving your time eternally
and all you want is what I gave
and give I give each and every day

I am so cupid — loving you all
nothing greater than giving my all
farming a soil rich in lust and love
nothing better than to give my all

Tomorrow I bring
another lover
to their love
its all I can do
to give to you

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DYING IN BED

The bed, a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
Willingly i go – to my death

He comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul

Mother, I’m ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death

The coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper.
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CONFESSION (I)

THIS confession brings me
    immense tingling pleasure
when words collide upon my skin
    releasing all my tension
the greatest lover is such prose
    finding it I am much disposed
where are you the woman who kisses words
    she devours the lore of my heart
insane…insanity clearly shadows my self
    asking for the one alone in life
who trembles within a thimble of keys
    upon a screen – a fire above my knees
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THE LITTLE DEATH

IN our need to ration
preparedness for death
none prepares us more
than the little death
which we call orgasm
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