sheets of golden fire
waves of light
long rectangles through the blinds
all past and future laid out
in lines of white perspective
across the ceiling
atop us
an ocean of your taste
I close my eyes and clouds mount
a blue sky
fill and recede
my senses melt with your scent
and I must touch you
I must hold you so close we blur
passionsilklakeripplesboil
goldenpalewetskin
your touch electric cool, ice hot
my body a kiln and yours
we bake fire from fire
and try to hold it between us,
away from our hearts.
But I burn for you.
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Today I need
to sprint along the Edge
I need to laugh
into the darkness below
to mock it.
At the same time
I need to toss back my head
wind ripping at my hair
and watch the moon
rest majestic before the stars
as this earthen, human world rushes past.
I need to pull you to me
and crash our bodies together
like surf and rock
like a meteor flashing hot
against the sky
like a lifetime
of fucking rolled into once.
Like a soft kiss
damp lips and light breath on skin–
and bruising bites
leaving traces of blood
on my tongue and yours.
I need it all.
I can’t have you right now
so I close my eyes
and we’re together again.
You are bound craupadine
you are all mine
and I am all yours.
We play and laugh and love.
This becomes our world
our nirvana for the moment
timeless
senseless except for senses we stir:
Kubla Khan rises around us
the Great Pyramids
the canals of Mars, flowing
hot and molten Venus
oceanbeds swirl schools of tropical fish
dancing overhead
sunken ships and gold and whipfire lightning
flashing thick beneath the waves….
God I miss you.
That’s all this is supposed to say.
The Edge fades now.
You’ve helped me push at the skin
until my gleaming places sliced through
secrets revealed.
I can wait.
Life is good now.
I am so alive
and I am so in love.
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I want to make love to you
in Urquhart Castle
overlooking dark Loch Ness
towers tumbling onto green pastures
cool wind rustling aspen leaves
the scrapes of our footsteps stirring ghosts.
I want to hold you against the ancient stone
so you feel the chill of ages
seep into your flesh
while our bodies rub hot
and wet against one another.
I want to travel the world
with you
stopping to fuck amid ancient ruins
hollow castles
where history was made and lost:
Krak des Chevaliers in Syria -
tan stone Crusader stronghold;
vast Egyptian Mycenae
with its beheaded Lion Gate
and hilltop view of that rugged land;
Chateau Gaillard, commanding the Seine
atop 300-foot cliffs
brutal edges worn smooth
not by defeat but time and peace…
I want to make love to you
in all the British Isles
across Europe and Asia
on storming oceans and nighttime seas
up and down the Amazon and Nile
jungles and deserts:
all the places where the world changed;
I want to travel the globe with you
absorb history with you
make our own history.
I want it all
I want it with you.
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