Sure as the stars are blindfolded
So as to better their listening to our hearts,
     I will make love to you.

I will make love to you.
I shall stitch the shadow of the Sun
     To the sky.

I will make love to you,
     And make you mine.*

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The crispy perfection risen
From the quick burn of gold as though
The phoenices of old came back to greet death
With the pale, clear smoke
Or with diaphanous ashes gilding still
The fieriest of feathers and their souls.
Oh how they bleed before the beheading,
But such end, for me, is
Ever favorable, and never ill.
I want an equal passion to receive me,
Where I would be eaten whole, taken
Full and proud, and stripped and naked,
Delicately touched, willingly devoured, consumed
By the mouth of my kisses, of my doing,
And thoroughly tasted
By her need-driven tongue.
I'd give my all. All.
I want that.
And that, I tell you,
Is a **** death.*

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pouting of the lips
to the wind to the bottle
to the moonplum of this sky
     then back
          because you miss me.*

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There were two snow globes in two glass houses,
Two ballet dancers in a studio,
Two butterflies that have gone back to the chrysalises,
And two wishes coming true,
    As her soul, gradually, peers through.
And I tell her,
It is a Universe outside as it is within.
I lead her eyes to a close
     With a kiss.*

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A boastful poet sees a baby
     In a high chair.*

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I do not intend to withdraw and abstain,
And succumb to the pitiful state of complacency,
What I never own, I decided,
I must bestow, freely,
     Unto you.
I shall not shy an ounce of energy away
From its full-blown capacities or capabilities
     Of grand intensities.
If I have to stay, then I shall stay,
And stay with you, driven by infinities.
     There is no other way.
I shall not ebb and flow
To this limiting experience,
This dire existence. I shall love
     And love you bravely, purely.
This is my course, my dictum, my curse:
Each star is love and the threshold
     Is the Universe.*

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