Emolument
Crenelated flesh of your back
Warm air rising in a certain position
Arrived at unconsciously
Out of desire for more
Communions
Without lust.
Sleepless
Reliving your nursery slopes
Breath in draws you near
Calls you in to my self
Outside of us both
Intimacy
Beyond space.
Wanting
Lends heat to the head
Innocent pornography
The bubble of a moment killed
Floats new recipes
Which will never
Be eaten.
Submission
Cooling insomnia
Seeks warm air girl
For heady fun
And soulful emoliations
Walks on beach;
Cosy nights in.
Return
To the coil, outstretched violins;
The hunting hands
Will never
Be the same again.
Must like children
And dogs.
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