My tongue now rolls in hunger waves, that break upon the salt and sweat and foaming flesh of moon-drawn lust and longing. Fearless minutes, hours and ages, spent upon your skin and bursting through the blood-filled cracks of fire and Heaven.
Arrogant as marble, as a monument, all of me is caught in early light: a commentary on the planes and shadows slowly melting; the turning breath of dew on leaves; the rippling moments of the break of day. And like a fountain rising, like eagle smoke, a memory of stars, all of me becomes a [...]
The days, like wooden bows of ships, are lost against the silence in between the darkness and the sea. And in the red-lined throats of passing gulls I seek the night and hunt you down, where dreams invade the silent forms of man. I look for you, like hungry fingers seek the clay – like [...]