bareback ridden in
I watch you bend
to mount me
as I caress a handle
holding your mantle
of chaliced marrow
I thirst to a bursting as
I drive and lean in again
the bones
of midnight
call a crawl
outside your
window pane
glass against
falling in the rain
I know the parade wane
of sounds will linger here
in the rumpled silhouettes
of how my wanting teems
with every reason that
no longer needs anything
but this desire to light my way
with every sweet wrap of how
you fit into each part of me
discovering more of you
in each turn of night
we spilled towards the day
pretending we were sleeping
EJR (c)
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