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4AM
The mind cracks in half,
Spreads thick
Like egg yolks
On granite
Viscose
Slow
        Moving
Enveloping
        - Bursting -
Here fears,
here doubts
And there, there the yearnings  

Eyes splinter -
Flutter like butterflies
In flight,
Greet dawn
And there - hunger strikes,
The eagerness  
To feast on skin,
To lap at the salty brine
Of     your    humanness,
A need for thighs
Gripping
At my jaw line

The moon tucks herself away
Behind light,
And sky meets day
And I, Pavlov’s dog -
Salivating
Alone in bed
The lines have been written,
The poems
Etched into air,
The weight of body
Held
By the gravity of silence -
What remains
In the hollow
Of the uproot?
Where does
The dust of embers
Linger?
Will green flourish
Amongst
The scorching of land?
Our nada who art in nada,
Vivid in the minds
Of so called believers,
I've built this small life
Off the toil of these ragged hands
And the pain
Of a crooked spine
Yet I'm told
You're the one
To thank

Blessings
Blessings
But I've never asked
Blessings
Belittling this work I've done
i
i am beast,
hunter,
flesh starved
all men prey
all for prey

roll tongue around
taste sweat,
savor the oils,
sink teeth,
bite

spread thighs
wide wide wide
carve the hollow
sink in like home
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On nights when the moon
Sheds herself of pretense
She speaks,
Reaches in,
Spins out thoughts
Like yarn, unraveling

Shows me what I keep
     What should never be spoken
Shows me what I dream
      What should never be seen

And I can almost feel
The cool touch of metal,
The warm after- blaze
Against my temple,
Of a ****** barrel
Giving birth to a silencing roar -
Pushing through
Emptying mind,
Thoughts splattered,
An abstract on my walls,

The things I keep
Dripping
Crimson
In her light.
in the middle of my days,
in the most random
mundane times,
i find myself
deep in thoughts of you

my mind,
a portrait
of us

my heart,
a garden
where i tend to our roots

i am cautious
not to
snip at the buds
just let them grow and grow
and
grow
i will never be
as great
as the greats
so i find solace
in their words
etch them in my bones

to know them

and i feign
artistry
for the sake
of ego
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