no
poster is needed to know She is a reward coming
I
am what is wanted of me
I
am a suckle desire
I
am searching for an ample kingdom
with
a crown of surrender
and
my will to bend her
cupping
what the blades
in
her eyes pour forth
checking
for rain in
the
rhythm-pulse of crickets
and
air conditioning
humming
with
the
sounds of wishing
like
I am right now
the
quiet
past
midnight
is
velvet
is
exploding
pocketing
dreams
with
a sleight of hand
with
an absolution of skin
where
the soul get sin in
time
and time again
the
night is
compensated
in
steam
in
tongues
in
the fast clutch of bed sheets
hoping
the fan is loud enough
to
cover the moaning
like
dew on the grass
waiting
for morning
I
slide between dimensions
mention
how much I want
to
keep pleasing
how
much I want
to
keep easing
you
somewhere
between
the hunger
of
a prowl and
the
tactile math
of
my slow deliberate fingers
squeezing
kisses
climbing
to where
Love
might escape
to
find words to harvest
what
wanting you means
outside
the warm incidentals
of
accidental gardens
where vines of memory
meet silence
and you stain
the
engine of my heart
in
the languages
of pollen carried
on the wind
and
you speak to me
in
little whispers
that
say
climb here slowly
take my smile first
it
is enough
for you to know
how
much I want
to
be wanted here, too
EJR
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