Category: Poetry
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Black Bodies Touching…
Black bodies touching like the rolling of thunder the back of your knee holds the sensuality of these clouds your inner elbows are strong with potential and every crease across your body holds a line detailing the map to justice strong lines architecture wordplay magnolias and Revolution the crook of your neck …
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Today*. I felt the vicious/ferocious in
Today*. I felt the vicious/ferocious in me get very excited. It was somewhat intoxicating. Senses sharpening, I felt hunger and thirst mingle. For blood. For flesh. For spirit. : 👄 = 💦 : I remembered and reveled. Sensibilities of sensitive skin. The neck. Revealed as . Turning the music up, he poured bass in to…
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Juggernaut Fingers
There is some cliché in this like birdsong, but his fingers want to lust away your night time hours. I’m sure you’d be surprised about how innocent emotions can be: The delusions of pride The arousal of confusion The slow weapon of shame Let them each be reflected to you in the morning when the…
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I Fell In Love W/ A Mathematician.
I think cuddling with you, as a concept constructed in relativity, would be interesting. We could talk about life and drink wine in the warmth of an intellectually stimulating conversational flow laced with laughter, mouths stained purple and smiles wide as miles flashing by like thoughts (lightning that never strikes again in the same way,…
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i rage b/c i love
i rage because i love and this love this ocean these waves that rock but other times we are still we are swooshing lightly cave under the sea floor no body knows us but us we are but we are whirl pool wind we are crashing against the shore we are salt as pain as…
Our Green (Green) Life 