These
Stars
These stars
these mother ******* stars
are glaring at me
through the shield of a sharp November night
like my mom used to
when I stuck my finger in the brownie batter

“Who are you to judge me?!”
I scream
my arms spread like butter
my breath rattling like a snake

“Who says you are god?!”
“Who says I am man?!”
“Am I not god of myself?!”

I breathe out a cloud
the cold air solidifies
proof of the hot blood in my veins

I’m no god (I know, I’m no god)

I lie on the cold grass
and the starlight shrouds my face
I fall asleep to the whispers
of the wind and the woods.
I wonder which star is you.

My fingers dig into the dirt
at least, for now
I had this.

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fear carefully.

This is the place
Where thoughts are expressed
Open and out there
Baring the soul
Judgment withheld
Individuality embraced

Such pestilence
In these words I convey
For my heart was no good
And I got mad
I got bitter
Poignant thoughts
Trod upon these arms
Wisdom needed home
Where it could dominate
And wipe away
The cobwebs in my desires.

Sometimes,
when the Divine
enters your Heart

It’s like a failed love
showing up on
your doorstep

with promises
to resolve all
bad feelings.

But more often,
it’s a stray cat
crossing your threshold:

she rushes past you
and heads
straight
for
the
milk,

As though she had lived there
all along.

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
***** of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my *******, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.

A pomegranate
is unlike your whorish apple.
Regal, divine,
Only a diligent suitor feasts.

My heart's in pieces,

B
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Without soul