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I Would Be Fed
Occasionally I see you, and I want to peel your skin away and wear it. I would make a gorgeous you, but I would get to keep all of my insides. I like my insides best, but I like your … Continue reading
Declare You As Constant
If I were to scorn you, it would be blasphemy; the spirit into which I’ve been born again allows nothing but surrender to your holy lips, your fertile, divine tongue. A thousand thousand times I dreamt of your wet mouth … Continue reading
Did You Never Know
You were bliss, beneath me, in your collar. You were his, but I planned to take you and make you mine. Such a thing, to talk about a human being as an object, something we could possess. Surely you had … Continue reading
Dally With Me There
My most precious possession. I own her utterly, and so set her free as I please, to see the world and fly back to me, ever back to me, to her gilded cage. She does not resent the bars, does … Continue reading
Chains
Each morning, I get out of bed from beside my wife and I walk past the bedrooms of our three small children and I go to the attic, amidst things old and new, where I look to the secrets artists … Continue reading