IN YOUR HANDS
With just a part of me I welcome you to embark Upon my infinite mystery Of unwritten love letters
THE TASTE OF ENDLESS FRUIT
Oh sweet sugar May I dance with you in silence Without rhythm and sound But with the lashing of skin and bone
DEFLOWERED
He mouthed with consoled tongue A benevolent whisper On the eve of my enrapture To solicit my abundant garden Of untouched flowers
ATONEMENT
A risk too ominous to bare With fierce, poetic adventure He leapt in a far-away woodland With imperial reign
PENNED IN INK, THE PARAGRAPHS DRAFTED IN PROSE & PRONOUNS
I always composed verses in poetry ever since I could conjure the memory of my youth - where the sentences sounded like music and every breath smelled like choruses.
THE ANCHORAGE
There came the fiery lough In a cavern not too far away I retreated to the firth of your benign anchorage
CRASH & BURN
Crash and burn The candour of your poisonous sores Begrudge the hazard do I carry for you
A Mother’s Love
With the blackest of moss I cover you like sheathing To shelter you from the rays That burn you with scars
Unleavened Bread
Like unleavened bread He masturbated to the call of her cum on his fingers Folded and molded it Into sculpted concrete
