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Butch Decatoria May 2021
We are closer to
Our souls than our dreams,
Our hearts than our logic,
If you're trying to reach heaven
Begin by finding inner peace
Find you in loving me...
Suffer your humanity
The illusions of/are  Free
all strangers lie and grieve.

Disharmony.

World Peace Now!
Butch Decatoria May 2021
In lovely solemn
Bird cage, song birds brightly plumed:
Gems on ring fingers.
Human Nature #1
Butch Decatoria Apr 2021
RED HOT RELIGION

He has this . . . Hunger like
Hurricane Hips interpreting endangered
wanton meanings of lustful touch
Starving eyes wanting

He has this . . Culpable shame
that’s  relative to the Red-Hot Religions
of sailors, muscled maritimes
showers of spit and ****
storms of guy-gravy
and then the little girl inside,
that darling damnation,
leaves him to those parched eyes

The panther's eager lips
that somehow rescues him sexually
With cold reptilian offerings
spires and skies which takes him home

away & aware he’s one of them:
chestnuts from china
The Buffalo’s bride
Lost in one salted heavenly hell

He has that . . . Craving,
A ***** for Jackal-harsh joys
but the lipstick love of sinful men
like magnets to his mad blindness
its ***** and biohazard truths
Still resounds in the black poetry
A stain of empty pews

Hearts
designed by desires over
Sins & desperations both
an epic dirge, some think
which will later play in a temple
That will sink darkly, singing
a Red-Hot  requiem reckoning

for all who are
Drowning in lust
and the god-awful truth
Of being lost  
Never having even begun
To know love
Not cross…
Butch Decatoria Apr 2021
Youth around the "Loop"
In flaming Hot-Pink boa.
Daisy Duke at Pride.
Urban Dictionary : 1. A snack that one might find "sweet pleasure" in eating.
2. A flaming flamboyant homosexual.
Butch Decatoria Apr 2021
Separate not Equals.
"If you're talking, you're breathing"
Under Chauvin's knee.
Human Nature #2
Butch Decatoria Apr 2021
COITUS


We dapple our kiss
hot with white Zinfandel,

and like the blind groping for
doors, you open me.

Longing for more warmth,
one hearth we coalesce.
Butch Decatoria Apr 2021
FOR EVENINGS

E is for the Evenings I fall into your Eyes,
Every kiss and Embrace,
Each breath exchanged, I recall your taste.

E is for the Elegance of the echo
Of your touch, the embodiment of an ache,

E is for the Eloquence of that hush,
every dream I wish to wake,
Or love to finally make...
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