Empty Vessels
Many like the muted sounds Resonates the empty chatter Of voided vessels
Hollow Spaces
Puncture me with the exactitude Of your pristine assemblage Deep within the hollow spaces of my inner cheek
Prose & Pronouns
Penned in ink The paragraphs I drafted in prose and pronouns The paper was blank
Agile
It glistened as polished as I left it As his erect penis As it lay perpendicular Affixed to his muscular frame
Like Therapy
Enlighten me From where all aching depletes Squander the indulgence Of curative measure
TRIBUTE & DEDICATION
All homage to the resilience. Thrown in the lonely trenches, you can’t really tell beneath all the fruition, all that came with it, all the wreckage, the black and blues, all the spreaded legs.
