I will corrupt you with my pleasure
Let the laughter trickle over your body
coated with joy like the valley earth
in Autumn give back the mourners cloak  
like a single wave leaves the crest of sunken gold
and becomes a shell and glittering stone strewn shore
Corrupted, like cheap ****** is naughty
I will take you in my corruption, for the first time

XXXVIII

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its ‘Oh, list,’
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love, which love’s own crown,
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, ‘My love, my own.’

506

He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast—
It was a boundless place to me
And silenced, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.

And now, I’m different from before,
As if I breathed superior air—
Or brushed a Royal Gown—
My feet, too, that had wandered so—
My Gypsy face—transfigured now—
To tenderer Renown—

Into this Port, if I might come,
Rebecca, to Jerusalem,
Would not so ravished turn—
Nor Persian, baffled at her shrine
Lift such a Crucifixial sign
To her imperial Sun.

You take a bite and I am full,
watching the Nile of desire drip
from your mouth down to your breast and
disappear, like fleeting summer
wind.

You found me
Mere months ago,
And I am certain.
Yes I did. I found you.
Caught in your elegant web.
My arms enfolded you.
Your hands probed me.
And we rose into the light.
Reveling in a victory over despair.
Paradise, and pleasure to spare.
You know I will.
Why wouldn't I?
Your voice conveys blissfully followed commands.
The miracles that erupt from my Criminally Insane smile
Are dwarfed by the least of your charms.
The divine spirit I sense seeping into me, and merging with mine
It is you.
Oh, how I feel you.
I feel your will,
And it becomes one with mine.
I shall never forget
Your concealed treasures.
I need their memory
So desperately I want you and I to be one forever
I found you.
And I refuse to ever lose you.
This is certain.
More than anything this is certain.
Sink into my arms
Own me with your hands
Take deep sips from my eyes
I am yours.
Always
Neverending.
I found you.
I cannot lose you.

is it your destiny,
to be read
aloud to many
listened and dissected
in unison
leading our
thoughts as one
every crevice examined -
an anchor to gravity

or should you
just be looked at,
at face value
appreciated
for who you truly are
the sound,
flow and rhyme
of your verse

I believe to fully
appreciate you,
you should be
read in many different ways
to see your genuine value
that is often unique to all

though truthfully,
you really are
just the mutterings
of a poet wandering
room to room
in your mansion

The way it was in the begging.
Is the way it is now.
The joy I gave you then.
Is the same I'm giving you now.
Blissful.

The way we act now.
Is the same as in the beginning.
Except better.
The way we love now.
Is the same it was then.
Only better.
Blissful.

We can only improve upon it.