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Post Mortem

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
If it is useless, throw it out,
Can’t be missed if it no longer beats.
Won’t be noticed among all the clutter.

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
Useless things are discarded,
Out of sight, gone, and forgotten.
So many broken and empty shells.

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
To remove it you could use a spoon,
A pry bar, an icepick, a velvet glove.
Or words like razors that slice.

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
Can’t be reused or recycled,
Recharged, reclaimed, or rekindled.
And no one cares if it died.

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Reflections

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Lover’s Canvas

The form rises unfettered
brutal and beautiful
Capturing his oiled imagination
and dripping from his hands

The adonis stood before him
still and unmoving
Driving his turpentine desire
and stinging his eyes

Beauty cruel and wanting
silent behind the pigment
Casting naked longing looks
and promising love everlasting

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When the Muse Strikes

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Seductions

When last temptation filled my hands,
they were crushed under stones of promise
seduced at the deliverance

The bite of your taste on my tongue,
filled empty and parched cheeks
sated now with sublime ignorance

You come to me with gray dreams,
and battered ghosts before my eyes
captured visions of benevolence

Leading me behind the curtain,
you stripped away my last resolve
moved by your sweet countenance

Swift was the brutal reckoning,
that you could not keep me close
lied to by my own indifference

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Consummation (NC17)

Fingers reach to brush the crest
of hardened nipples on silken chests,
and warm is the touch of flesh on flesh.

Voices meet in darkened spaces
to share secret dark erotic wishes,
and soft is the sound of a whispered yes.

Mouths open and breath sits still
on lively tongues wet saliva spilled,
and sweet is the taste of the driven kiss.

Bold eyes lock and stare
with unspoken words that fill the air,
and glorious is the sight of naked passion.

Bodies ache and arch unbidden
as they move to determined rhythm,
and driven is the crescendoed obsession.

Possessed by our desired cage
accepting the fate of our majestic rage,
and blissful is the prurient surrender.

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Solo Balance (NC17)

breath

expelled openly upon skin

pleasures

dark moist spaces

 

gasps

lavished on lust hardened pillows

penetrate

sweat stained air

 

cries

hit pain driven desired hands

faltering

finding release

 

moans

mewling under twin sized sheets

dissipating

orgasm heat

 

sighs

laden heavily with remorse

acknowledging

abandoned limbs

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When the Muse Strikes

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Unbidden Tears

You come to me and take my hand

gazing furtively over your shoulder

the shadow whisperers that follow

are hidden in secret doorways

 

Brushing your lips on my brow

pensive furrowed mouth speaks

low and comforting words

of babble to my anxious ears

 

I love you tumbles out and drops

on concrete steps to shatter

and splatter a million drops

covering your expensive shoes

 

The deed is done in dark alleys

watched by shadow whisperers

overheard by black crows

that fly and squawk the truth

 

Ours is not the light of day

to linger in and be seen

by those whose tongues

would loose arrows that sting

 

The sun touches the sky

your hand releases mine

and you turn and walk away

wiping shoes on pressed trouser cuffs

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When the Muse Strikes

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