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Matthew Dec 2019
am, I not allowed, to bow before thee
without tongue wagging to please
and lips puckered perfectly derrier
Matthew Dec 2019
if given any blessed time
you shadow my thoughts
there will be words, one of a kind 
electric snow flakes, crystalized tears 

sugared, powered sweet, for your touch
stripping double clutched, hammer down 
grinding my heart beats sonic boom
in a thunder my pen rolls my smolder

to taste the dripping aroha off your tongue
a willing flowery vine dressed in kiwi hues 
taunting the seams and pelling flushed petals
for to my fortitude sticks licking you sticky
last,  love, poem, poetry, adult
Matthew Dec 2019
I'm doing it! 
you're doing it!!!
all the cool kids,
are doing it!! 

and they are doing it!!
and them too, doing it!!
look, there his trying to do it?!!

with very little success
but let's all, give him,
a hand for trying......!
Matthew Dec 2019
I fall down, only to learn from the pain
stubbing my heart on the way
was an unexpected side effects
Matthew Dec 2019
shades pulled
drapes black-heart
and the *******
flying in the air 
gilded lily handle
fastened in the fashion
forged welded revenge 

fast in the hand
honing to slice
the pain from 
plasticity wanting smile
number nine scalpel
sharpened razor thin
for center procedure
straight through the heart.

perforated emotions
torn from long sleeves
sheathing dramatic
rattling riddled bones
harvesting on the calendars
darkest days in blood 
poisonous pollen nectar
cooked raw hunger

to sting deep the toxic
deadly sweeten honey
frayed heartstrings deaf toned
to the hollow point falling tears 
echoing the blues
cord g-bye in taps
tapping the melancholy
melody of last post
Matthew Dec 2019
I make love to you
in the clouds cherries jubilee

my blandishment glide
parts your calming seas

the night applauds
our propinquity hearts 

grants us the light
inspissating the dawn

as we promulgate,
erupt shivers into the sky

in our arms
the organon universe expands 

pouring easy
as sunday morning 

a babbling brook
in natural hot springs

cuts a winding valley
drifting our souls
Matthew Dec 2019
mine is yours the love I grow
from within the beats of
my chambers times four
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