Friday, September 10, 2010



I touch your flesh, your dilated
nose and rub my temples against

your lower lip.  You set me down and lick
my ankles.  Your smile helps me walk

through this tousled wilderness
and kiss the hamlet rose in bloom.

Bleed on me, bleed on me, bleed on me.

Let me stroke my scrotum on your crest,
Feel the fervor of your muscles grow.

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