hours I spent with my cheek against your spirit
smoothing the walls
of a private utopia
a summer of thought
sweet like balloons of sugar
mouthful of music
sometimes a note that matched my heart
claiming me
with words like sacred and heat
now
back from the platform in his throat
where I sat waiting
blowing down the vagus tunnel
oh I had a nerve
I felt his irrational glare like a flaying of crumpled skin
so ancient
adhered thoroughly
scraping away
with kerosine and lime
it animated him
you know
his fear
it wriggled and bubbled and tried to smile
heartless in truth
delivered on a sharp edge
an excluded mind acting alone
weakened
defending himself against consumption
I saw my pain on his face
I sat thoughtfully and recognised myself
I was braced
I was brave
back to back with his mother
and her
the she in he who stood tall with her gun
and yet there I was like a photograph torn at the edges
spread like honey
projected and hot
then curled like a ball of inflamed infant
on the platform in his throat
tightly clasped with grand miserly fingers
painted red
but I am a man he says sticking his dick out.
hmmm
but do you love your penis darling, really love it
the way it should be loved
with all of you
be there when you touch it and soon you will come
to know yourself…
I swept me over with a fine tooth comb
willing fresh change
releasing our agreement
the agreement to love
consume
abandon
this purpose is warming
the perfect game
a ritual quest
for true ecstasy
flowing with it
the love
deep
real
unconditional
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