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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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
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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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want to fuck you beside railroad tracks
as freight trains thunder past
manmade wind and noise and oil perfume
and the kinetic rush
of a thousand thousand tons
gliding and screeching past
the feel of the earth rumbling beneath us.
I want to fuck you near Cape Canaveral
as the shuttle reaches and roars toward the sky.
I want to fuck you in sight and sound and taste of ocean
mountains, prairie, desert, glacier
in the deepest primeval forest
during a raging lighting-storm
near the Grand Canyon
on the moon.
I want to fuck you in the magic sphere
of Nature’s vast power flowing within and between us.
I want to fuck you during an earthquake
near a roaring volcano
in the midst of a hurricane and tsunami.
I want to own my own home and gather
all the internal strength I’d feel there
then you come to me unannounced in the night
or afternoon
when we haven’t seen one another
in days, weeks, months, years….
I want you to devour me and me to devour you
tigers hidden among the suburban forest
of aluminum siding
roaring and then apart
treasuring the gifts of passion and life we share.
Just thinking about you turns me on
as if you helped me find a new switch
that’s always been a part of me
but one I couldn’t see before.
I want you as much as I can
as often as I can
as thoroughly as I can
for as long as I can.
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At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life’s early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close—at last—at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where Time’s remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover’s vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!
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I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way
The value might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love
Depreciates the sight;
But, ’til the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.
At least, ’tis mutual risk,—
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.
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