Our nada who art in nada,
Vivid in the minds
Of so called believers,
I've built this small life
Off the toil of these ragged hands
And the pain
Of a crooked spine
Yet I'm told
You're the one
To thank

Blessings
Blessings
But I've never asked
Blessings
Belittling this work I've done

i am beast,
hunter,
flesh starved
all men prey
all for prey

roll tongue around
taste sweat,
savor the oils,
sink teeth,
bite

spread thighs
wide wide wide
carve the hollow
sink in like home

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On nights when the moon
Sheds herself of pretense
She speaks,
Reaches in,
Spins out thoughts
Like yarn, unraveling

Shows me what I keep
     What should never be spoken
Shows me what I dream
      What should never be seen

And I can almost feel
The cool touch of metal,
The warm after- blaze
Against my temple,
Of a ****** barrel
Giving birth to a silencing roar -
Pushing through
Emptying mind,
Thoughts splattered,
An abstract on my walls,

The things I keep
Dripping
Crimson
In her light.

in the middle of my days,
in the most random
mundane times,
i find myself
deep in thoughts of you

my mind,
a portrait
of us

my heart,
a garden
where i tend to our roots

i am cautious
not to
snip at the buds
just let them grow and grow
and
grow

i will never be
as great
as the greats
so i find solace
in their words
etch them in my bones

to know them

and i feign
artistry
for the sake
of ego

You offer up your lips,
Pour them over me,
Like libation,

And whisper
a silent prayer
Across mine,

And I
Bathe in their glory.

How honored I am
To know
The chapped, raw flesh -  

Oh how blessed
To know their taste.

III.

I'll dig back to you,
Reap you, snip the synapses,
Hollow out the soil.