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The thing is, I love her but I can't do anything about it. This trap is exacting and permanent and will kill any semblance of a calm life...if I step into it. She knows how I feel now. That makes it worse. Most days I am able to ignore my hearts request. Then there are the days like today. I wake up feeling lonely and cold and I remember her face and the intimate conversations when we shared things no one else knows. She has invited me to reach, to touch, to explore, but that would mean cross...

My word lover’s desire lies on linen. She smears ink and strong coffee on my soul leaving me stained. I dip my quill into those encounters. Inspirations succor for this poets heart; memories traced are my art. Wishes left dangling are what I write; those ink dreams taste bittersweet. Word lover comes late. She leaves me drained; stained by the brew that lingers for others to taste.

beast beat pounds physical limits to power look at me daddy i can make you sweat wake up brother he’s asleep walking beast beat pounds new shapes in minds beast beats sweetness in shadow sliding shafts of luminous flame put up your hands to praise her beast beats light to life beast holds hearts to touch smell her passing muse taste the drops of her passion beast holds life to show beast clicks time to stillness pretty eyes hold future to shape cry in release for the dream she gives beast ca...

Sailors tarry marooned in madness Aground and broken seaward urging I ply the groggy mead to contested virgins. Flailing wet they suck sweet, sweet vapor. Why, oh why, did tonight come here? Where will my wandering lead me after? When will soft lilies care for me? A mystery’s matter Serving lady’s frothy platter careening Smoky heads, broken reefs. Fly me to a river kind silky purveyor. Fly me moonward lady of tainted dances. I stopped into a little creek along the river Tadpoles and maggot w...