I need to feel alive.
Sorghum refined
The velocity of my temporal fervor
with the scabs of my knees.
You sing my body
and in my dreams you come -
like clockwork.
Coiled springs and your mouth wet.
The walls of the multiverse
astringe with the curve of your
hard-hot palate
And you feed me with the spheres of your tongue
The harsh visage of stars
with the heat of your pelvis pinning me
to the void of your heart.
I need to feel alive
on the rise of your hips -
The aphelion of your pupils
and the flames of your spider fingers
The susurrus of your compulsion
will be the end of me
ceremoniously fucked
with all the gravity of the salacity
of prayer.
And when I awake
The walls will steam of you
And I will be alive.

01/07/2008

Author's Note: I don't think this requires an author's note. I mean, it's pretty damn cut and dry, yeah? (God I hope he doesn't read this.)

Posted on 01/07/2008
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