How We Pray

 Arched back,

hands on it, hips too,

hands on them from time to time.

i'll move you, until

you are more goosebumps

than skin.

You'll collapse soon,

pleasure it seems

is a delirious thing.

Nice Painting

 i simply cannot stop

seeing you below me,

lying there, your hair spilled

like paint

across the canvas

of this bed

Second Circle

 Lust;

the immense feeling

of desire in the body

but if my soul

lusts for you too.

(as well as my lips)

and my heart craves

you ferociously

and eternally

does that mean

i am in love?

Leftovers for Dinner

 Love is what is leftover

when truth prevails

and the fear

of being deeply seen

burns away.

it is both an art

and a divine collision

the meeting place

of vulnerability

and our innermost 

magic.

Stinky Beast

 i love you

like a rotten dog

i love you 

like my canines 

are falling out of my gums

like a monster,

like a beast,

like something not worth 

loving back

Teaching the Dog Not to Nip

Do you think it's easy

not biting

the one you love?

Try loving someone

so much 

your mouth is only at home

in the place

where your teeth

meet the flesh

of your beloved.

Try not tasting the flesh,

not taking in your mouth

the beloved,

and not going all the way.

What do you call this?

what do you call

the muscle 

we long with?

Spirit?

i dont think so.

Spirit is far cry

This is a casting outward

which unwinds inside the chest

a hole which complements the heart

the ghost of a chance.