Tag: lust
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Sins of the Flesh
I think of my best clothes and they are on Inside my black jacket lining red as scarlet-snouted Anacreon Alacrity enhances your acceptance of invitation Your smile written citation I slink naked, clock my best clothes and they are off Upon the floor, finery’s trapdoor Stoking old loves angry spurned ghosts, host hating rewinding old…
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Caving
Hymns to Pan Hymns to lust Grasping sheets at satyr’s thrust Mad handed ecstasy of fumbling Dry Steppe, home to a horselord or haven to homeless Your love a great cave, soundless and immune to soundings, grave of groundlings Ground tending downwards, rifled rock like a golem’s throat The cave of your love is on…