what i want
what i need
what i bleed for
is to be turned into this
virgin dynamo
into this burning
gnarling
living
engine of praise
prepare the old bodies
light the fire
make the blaze for our ecstatic dancing
last night i was romancing a beautiful
boy near twenty-three
for the first time i understood that
in you things are always more
and not less than you say
that though every set of lips around me
whispers falseness and all they
have is even less than plastic
your promises are.... elastic
are stretching forever
they are... ecstatic
they are beyond my dizzymost lust
and i am dickheavy with the knowledge
that, yes
you set a long and lovely table before
me
that beautiful young boy last night
with slate blue eyes was uttering prophecy
you set your flesh before me
you undress your love and i see
that one day within your mouth
is better than a thousand
shriveled up and frozen
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