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but no not words
when i said i cannot have the truffles or the waffles or dark chocolate
you broke them down and melted them
you got naked
you spread your legs and you spread it on those lips that forever seemed to conceal a pearl even you did not seem to know you should cherish
i liked that you liked it so i nibbled them clean
but i had to think about how much more insulin
i would need in the night
i wanted to know what truffles and waffles were
i wanted to lick them off your lips that quiver most
but would you get it without the sugar that can **** me
next time
that way i can die a little late and eat you endlessly

but hey i found donuts without sugar
it was sweet too
i ate it alone because who do i share
the yearning for sweet less sweet
while in a sugary decay

venus, i don't want to be your adonis nor anchises
or for you to lie that i am them
or maybe i do, why not
i just wanted to eat something sweet with you
that does not **** me
another part of the confessional that encouraged me to say it as is, that ego death is not for this world. it will ****** you.
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. Now, a willow, I drowse above the pond where their bodies float—skin gilded with algae, lips parting the surface, chests arching to the sun. Her sighs ripple outward—her lover drinks them in.

They are wet-silk hair, glistening sweat. Tracing each other’s folds, a slow, open arc startling minnows. Their toes stir the mud where my roots explore.

The blue jay died mid-migration. I barely recall her. Here, they are the only sonnet: lips on sun-warmed skin, their kiss that bends reeds. Below, their legs tangle like my branches—fluid, unpruned.

A heron spears the pond. Startled, they sink. For a breath—water holds them. When they rise, the town whispers of hauntings.

They are not ghosts—just peaches overripe in August.
I can feel the heat                              
                              ­                                                                           
 Coming from your fire                                    
                                                                  
my heart skips a beat                                                                          ­                                                       
  I am burning with desire                                                                        ­   
                                                                      ­                                                
    Put your hand in mine                                              
                                                                ­                                                           Come along with me                                                               
         ­                                                                 ­                                            
    As our fingers intertwine,                                                                                          ­                                                     
I can't even breathe                                                                   ­                                                      
I can smell your scent                                                                       ­                                                    
 It smells so good to me                                                                    ­                                                
You are heaven sent                                                                      ­                                               
This is meant to be                                                                    ­                                                  
Let me hold you near                                                             ­                                                                                                                          ­                                      
Feel your strong embrace                                                                                ­           
  Whisper in your ear                                                                         ­                                    
My breath on your face                                                                      ­                                  
Want to feel your touch       
                                                                                  ­                                    
  I crave your caress                                                                     ­                                                      
  I love you so much                                                             ­                               
                                 ­                                                                 ­              
     Will accept nothing less                                                                      ­                                             
   Want to taste your lips                                                                             ­                                                
   Run my hands over you                                                                    ­                                                
   How could I resist                                                                      ­                  
The fire inside you
I wrote this in 2011.It was a happy time for a short time.
It's subtle, but impossible to ignore;
The way a room changes with your presence.
The way our eyes continually search to steal another quarter second glance - you could say we are both in a trance.
Peering out corners of eyes, just to watch the other.
Nerves that make the body ache, invoking thoughts to make the heart flutter.

In downtime my mind traces lines
around the places I might find
Your existence in my life.

Is it just me, pondering the thought?
Am I the only one with feelings being caught?
Am I scheming again, to find out more, when in reality all is naught?
Mercury climbs our glass spine’s rise—
Warm droplets tremble as nerves under tongue.
We name our barometric ache—enchantment:
each storm seeded where ******* pool salt rain.
Fingers tracing, exploring, deepening pressure systems
through our kiss. The glass hums.
Lightning fills the cloudless sky.
Debbie Apr 7
Did you say?
Every word that preyed on your heart today.
Caused your soul delay.
Did you let people know?
When your heart glowed.
Invite joy to linger,
Caress the world with wanting fingers.
Was the world your art?
Admiring the fires of creation,
with elation.
Did you tilt your head back?
Abandon all you lack.
And savor earth's breeze,
in it's whooshing dance with the trees.
Live like a voracious wind gust,
to the fullest lust of ease.
Each newborn breath leaves.
Tomorrow doesn't exist yet, live fully in the moment today.
B C Stan Apr 7
I am Greed, the next
No victory is enough
Only what is ahead
I keep my eyes upright

I am Greed, the obsession  
Men gain strength
I whisper, “more”
Men gain influence
I whisper, “more”
Men gain supremacy
I whisper, “more”
Men gain all
I whisper, “more”

I am Greed, the unavoidable
Unlike every other sin, men need me
Men need to want

I am Greed, the collector
My collection is grander than all others
But I covet only one more thing:
Your soul
Beneath the twilight’s soft embrace,
I wander through dreams of you—
A universe of fire and grace,
Where every star sings a love true.

Your eyes, like distant galaxies aglow,
Illuminate the corridors of my heart,
In every whispered breeze they bestow
A promise that we’ll never be apart.

Your voice, a river of tender notes,
Carries the secrets of the ancient skies,
Where love in every fleeting moment floats,
And time in your eternal presence lies.

In the garden of our shared desire,
Roses bloom with fervent, crimson fire,
Their petals drenched in passion’s refrain,
A symphony of longing, free of pain.

So let our souls entwine in endless flight,
A dance of shadows, light, and fervent grace,
For in this sacred, ever-blazing night,
Our love becomes the cosmos we embrace.
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