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I am an Aberrant Knight
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Monday, November 13, 2017

the meeting of eyes

In the meeting
      of eyes
there is the potential for magic

This is why you find me
     looking at you

I'm not checking out
      your breasts
      or your butt
      ... well not just

I am seeking
      the potent moment
when
      charged souls
interact in that
the critical
life-changing
      microsecond

dark corners

We have lived
      in the dark corners
shedding skin cells
      dust in the dimness

Our history
      clings to the walls
while the paths we take
      you & I
      diverge more and more

For you have seen
      Sunlight
through the window

You
      would sweep away the detritus
the last vestiges
      of our lives together

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

surf

I have a plan
to stretch myself beside you
to stroke the golden beach
of your belly
feel the sand
begin to move
beneath my hand
as the tide
comes rippling in

I will
find warm pools of pleasure
run my fingers
among the soft mermaids hair seaweed
curl my fingers
and dive them
into these wet openings

you
floating asleep
under my searching
opening to me
rising to meet me
to pull me in deeper
the salt sea sucking me
in its undertow

Waves
crash over our bodies
as I climb into you
and you engulf me
the thundering power of the water
forcing our rocking rhythms
to collide

Our mouths
feeding
limpet-like on each other
seeking
the salt-sweet succour
of the sea
as my saucy liquors
burst into you
flooding you
burning
and fiery

Thursday, September 7, 2017

snake

                                                                                 I
                                                                        would
                                                                    rather
                                                               be
                                                            snake
                                                          coil
                                                          ing
                                                           stealth
                                                             ily ar
                                                                ound
                                                                  the col
                                                                    umn of
                                                                    your
                                                                   leg clim
                                                                  bing
                                                                slyly
                                                              higher
                                                          clasping
                                                    your
                                                calf
                                            nudging
                                         your
                                     knee
                                  navig
                                 ating
                                  clock
                                    wise
                                       your
                                           lower
                                             thigh
                                                searc
                                                  hing
                                                  higher
                                                 the plains
                                               below your
                                              buttocks
                                               until my
                                                 forked
                                                   tongue
                                                        flicks
                                                          out
                                                           and
                                                         tas tes 
                                                         yo     ur     
                                                          tang   on     
                                                          the      air

Fig

The fig you offer
is not yet quite ripe - 
another day or two
of autumn sun
should set it right

and then
when subtle sugar
has softened the silken skin
I will
with two full thumbs
plunge down into its depths
pull the fleshy fruit apart
reveal the slippery purple mouth
within

I'll place my lips upon the luscious life
and with my delving tongue
tease trembling earthy juices
from the dark sweet meat
feel them bathe my throat
and slip softly silently
into the soul of me




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