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Tale of One Silly Cock

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Amidst an enormous cycle of pla

WANT

whiskey lips
peach wine tongue
anticipation
yearning
need
WANT
pink nails dragging
hard muscle
long deep sigh
breathe in
breathe out
language all our own
clinging
exploring
discovering
pure pleasure
relief
bliss
one final kiss

Turning Thighs To Diamonds

Or what man is there among you, of whom if his son 
shall ask bread, will he reach him a stone? - Matthew 7: 9
 
 

No blame shall stain us now, father.

The heavy ball you hit to me is never caught, 
a floppy glove always falls from a hesitant hand. 
Mars in you still storms the makeshift diamond. 

Each base of cardboard weighted with stone 
is still our house; a bat, a ball, a mitt,
hard rules of the game mean to undo my