An unmitigated touch of presence
She steps subtly, consciously,
into his.
Awkward, jagged

When your thoughts mingle.
When your thoughts merge,
becoming entwined and mixed

White lilies.
Talking to you through electrotype transcription.
The subtlety of the

Flame colored dark saying
I just like
holding you inside me
like a hand wrapped around clay
a

The Munich night
Blazes with lightning,

Striking again and again
Illuminating the full

Shred the heart of a child’s trust
Twist her little intestines of purity
Deny her budding vocal

What does it matter,
Who we take after?
As long as we do better
Than what you weathered?

What

Make Love.

Ignore the media monkeys,
switch off sex-crazed TV,

anyone might please the

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And,

FREAK NATION...
SHE IS MY POISON. .

LUST, HUNGER, AFFLICTION 
What is it that we

A love with a stifled voice,
Belittled by those of ill-formed choice,
I share a grá for another

Moving on...

Took the last swig of hooch and slammed my empty tumbler onto the sodden bar

But

What is wrong with me?
Why can't I just let it be?
Why not just meet up and not feel?
Why make a

Separated, denominated, miscalculated,
misled
around for a farce and force-fed
dreams of

THE ARBOUR

Fingers trace shapes
Touching skin so smooth
Like hills and fields hair
Splayed out

POMEGRANATES



See in this silent room

Two come to journey's end

Journey's rest lying

An addiction no one sees
A place you don't wanna be
A room as dark as your soul
You play the

Money runs out in two weeks -
get paid every four -
this is a door
been slammed before.
Get my

Spent the hours carving a mural onto your body, with talons laden with your sweat
You hum as I bite

Sex lights up an empty mind but
Unlike mine enslaves equal time

Naked actress are you from my

SUEÑO

I dreamt of you last night,
hair spread, lips like rubies,
your need and mine
for

She didn't have a penis.
She wasn't born equipped
with such a device.
But, this lack of

VOID

God weeps
to see you make love

the golden architecture
of your body
rises above

Hatred
Like a late night orgasm
Only leaves you hungry
Wanting
More…

You are
Infatuated
With my
Love
For your
Denial
Of our
Intimacy

I want a love like that of
Isherwood and Bachardy
Not because one is great
And the other

He was a stick-like man in a small room with a damn low ceiling
Fucking walls plastered with

BRIDAL CHAMBER

Turn your head to the side,
cradle your soul, and give yourself
to

HE TO HER

somewhere inside you
a secret lies
i long to unfurl

in your arms
your legs
a

In the most unusual manic-panic creep,
Wildly lurking behind every corner,
The Shadow was about

our words float like notes
across the fields
of our blankets,
they snuggle into the

Every time we are out
And the nail varnish vodka
Has stripped up of our senses
Touching is more

Your appetite to swallow your words
Swallow your meaning, Swallowing me whole
Is beginning to

Dormant soil lies waiting for the gardener's rake.
Moisture sparkles into frost like diamonds on

On top of me pounding my soul
Thrusting with no control
You hurt me bad
My body is aching
But

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the sun never sets on a soaking dress
upon a broken heart
forever aching blind desires