The gap, the take,
The spindle-rake.
Don't designate the load.

The lack, the sting,
The dandy spring,
There's more than you could know.

So weigh your time,
With thundrous lines,
This yours is yours alone.

Thus Live It Loud,
And Sunstorm Proud,
Use this full day
                                     for,
                                                   "GO!"

i whimper loud
i whimper soft
You turn me on
just short of off

     i wrestle in the sliding
                        in the wants


i shiver low
i shiver sweet
i catch my heart
amid the beats

     i set my lip to biting
                       just this once


this gentle hides
the tempest core
the needed less
and wanted more

     You are perfect in Your
                       loving taunts


i find the edge
and stop just shy
of supernovae
and so i cry

       own me take me save me
                                                              
                       all at once

Tell me You own me,
My parts all inclusive:
Body, soul, pride, and my lust.

The wreck-happy given,
The floor lackey driven.
So quickly enveloped in trust.

Intelligence owing,
To each respect growing.
The wit savors no signs of rust.

This demon has proven,
    Why angels set grooves in,
                 What we don't suspect,
                        
                                                                ­  well,
                                                                                 we must.

The twisted silk, weighted,
The river unridden.
Please, Moon, might I learn this untied.

With struggle's arousal,
I've grown with my hands bound.
Ancestral's teachings have lied.

I cherish the kneeling,
And towering Venus.
This muse has my lust so supplied.

As a coin in bed, flipping,
This boy's heavy lifting.
Which will win here,
        
              My lust,
                                      or
                                                   my pride?

I pray that You might use this shell,
To sate Your lust. Though use it well.

       My want, it swells. I hunger, for the pain.


I wish Your stance might shadow me,
Leave me *****, and take Your leave.

       Your long denial's my new phrase for sane.


I reach the edge, and see the Sun.
I shut my eyes, for I'll not come,

       Without permits. I'd rather, bed the tame.


You know the words, the language terse.
My sweet restrain  supplies the verse.

       Might You never,
                              lay my need,
                                                           ­   among
                                                        ­                           the
                                                             ­                             plains.

you,
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cantyoutakeawaythenoose?
yougrappleg­rappleeverplunge
wontyouloosenvaluestoo?

givemesodagivemecandy
g­ivemestockingsonyourthighs
loadedtaffyshootietoy
imtheinhousethun­derskies

givemefuckinggivemehappy
givemesweetexplodingSun
imthed­riptodeathcollapsing
imthemillion
youre the
one

The bumblejunk doorhinge,
The greets labeled orange,
The smart-flats and bungalow'd keens.

I want you for waiting.
My trip-stick is failing.
We settle for high in-betweens.

I know not this purpose,
My heart fakes for circus.
My napsack is packed full of liens.

I fluster the roundings,
And muse over drownings. I
Limp on my confusiest things.