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I tilt her gently upward
with my fingertips, guiding
not demanding;
first, eyes to my eyes. And I linger, there
drinking in the wanting shine
of her irises. Then my lips
find hers; the threads between us
are pulled taut now, drawing
her into me, me
into her.
The space is not a canyon, or
a vast desert plain.
It is a creakbed highway
trickling water from one end to the other
in alternating currents. I can cross
instantaneous
on paper, in a dream
and I lean close enough for her
to feel my heartbeat.
My mouth parts slightly, a suggestion
that she belongs in my arms.
And the river rages on,
in both directions.
with my fingertips, guiding
not demanding;
first, eyes to my eyes. And I linger, there
drinking in the wanting shine
of her irises. Then my lips
find hers; the threads between us
are pulled taut now, drawing
her into me, me
into her.
The space is not a canyon, or
a vast desert plain.
It is a creakbed highway
trickling water from one end to the other
in alternating currents. I can cross
instantaneous
on paper, in a dream
and I lean close enough for her
to feel my heartbeat.
My mouth parts slightly, a suggestion
that she belongs in my arms.
And the river rages on,
in both directions.
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
Split
Run nails down my
arm; I won't let you under
my skin anymore
Literature
Untitled
your memory is heavy
I keep trying to unload the weight of you in words
but still I'm burdened
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Lovely imagery. You've captured the intimate moments of pure emotion so well here.