Tag: poems

Your time is short,
The hour’s near, the cold’s your wonder,
Little dear.
You buck and rattle,
Shake your tail.
The blood’s a boiling,
Dripping brew.
The tendons taut
And flesh so young
That frenzy drives me on
To you.
Smell the feast between
Your thighs,
Your belly split
From side to side.
I carry forward,
Slobber down,
Matted fur and eyes a fury.
Your weakness is arousing—
Hurry!
Near a crest your form
Is clear.
Leave the trail, I’ll see you through.

Your time is short,
The hour’s near, the cold’s your wonder,
Little dear.
You buck and rattle,
Shake your tail.
The blood’s a boiling,
Dripping brew.
The tendons taut
And flesh so young
That frenzy drives me on
To you.
Smell the feast between
Your thighs,
Your belly split
From side to side.
I carry forward,
Slobber down,
Matted fur and eyes a fury.
Your weakness is arousing—
Hurry!
Near a crest your form
Is clear.
Leave the trail, I’ll see you through.

spirit spillage from a saturday
repentence on a monday
lord won’t mind
he’s busy

spirit spillage from a saturday
repentence on a monday
lord won’t mind
he’s busy

En este momento / In this moment
Paro de reir / I stop laughing
Y veo lo que soy: / And I see what I am:
Un poco quebrado, / Slightly broken,
Pero entero. / But whole.

En este momento / In this moment
Paro de reir / I stop laughing
Y veo lo que soy: / And I see what I am:
Un poco quebrado, / Slightly broken,
Pero entero. / But whole.