the addiction
of
the high
was
sweet nectar

the music
was
a
vision of
glistening water

the fantasy
so real
it was
toes in the sand

struck,
each time our
eyes connected

you passed
by again,
same look
in your beady red
eyes,
i have them too

I slipped
into
old shoes
old patterns
they led me
to your
doorstep

my mind
“we’ve aligned
it’s over,
it’s time”
body says
“touch me,
im just deprived”

A garden
of ****
is your room,
let’s roll it
and let this
feeling bloom

we aren’t two saints,
just two boys

phalluses
stiffen with
each kiss
each kiss
deepening
with each grind

eat me,
let
passion and
frustration
free between
us
tonight

don’t you
see who I am
what i bring

*****-***
*******
i hope these
words sting

is it better to
give
even if there is no chance
of return

should i try
and love again
with the possibility
of it not returning

i see expectations
as something harmful now,
we can’t expect anything
out of anybody

i can’t expect anything
out of anybody

Sand and Sea
meet here,
I feel the
small the
mushy sand
under my feet

I am grounded
I am one
with the
sand and
sea

I am the
cove
behind the
eye of the storm

I am the map
the road
the treasure
of the sand and sea

something is happening in
our world,
we see it, feel it,
the statues are
falling

we are
waking up,
we can’t stomach
a fascist
society

a renaissance
is rumbling,
can you feel it?

a gap to wide in age,
i let myself believe that
you somehow could
be with me

eleven years apart,
you knew things i didn’t
i thought i was playing
you
but my mind said
he is

no evidence of
his feelings,
just a boy holding
onto to words
his father should’ve
told him