This kiss, then.Now and then, forgotten. This rain washing, time.Remembered in echoing moments.This lost, mad, wild haired king, moans - winds low-bellied, deep in brush.A crucified stag.The madman nailed and hung himselfagainagainandagainNebuchadnezzar growling, trapped in brambles, hanging, engorged, wild eyed.Ready. Resigned.Willing.
Category: Lust
White Heron
Sinuous shadows in the wetcast by curving neck,the full breast,long legs that reach deep,reach intothe water's edge. Obsidian eyesbottomless, this tunnel without end,two discsed night skieswith stars dappling the dark,the whorl of worlds and sun,the fathomless,soundless journey. The twin nights seeking motion,hunting, searching, yearning. Rocky shore,slow filling harbor -a mirror capturing distorted grace,clouds doubled,scudding across … Continue reading White Heron
tremble
your breath with mine your fingers in mine tremble the illicit heat the catching passion this public space this intimate touch tremble your back arching under my palm that presses, pushes guides and holds you neck straining under my mouth, aching your motions, your cries tremble the flushing skin, the nails in skin. release tremble
Writer Moe 