come here.
come closer.
feel my breath?
good.
do not
look away
right now you are
mine
right now
i am
lifting hair
from neck
running my finger
gently there. across
the line of
clavicle.
down curve of rib
following
concave of waist
coming to rest on
the hard of hip.
revel, now
in the shiver that
rises
along your spine
it means you are awake.
stay awake , lover
because this is
a treatise of touch
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this is
a dedication to
the divinity
of want
this is an ode
to the fierce hunger of
your
animal skin
so bless your righteous body
bless it’s ancient hunger
bless it’s sacred need
bless the magnet pull
the utter madness
of want
and the selfish haunting
of desire
right here
on electric hipbone
right here
on staircase spine
here on nape of neck
on hollow of throat
on line and curve
on slick and sweat
here in the space where
body meets body
where want answers want
where primal, exalted lust
delivers
you
to your
knees
we all
pray best
on our knees
so let us pray
sanctify the body holy
the wicked desire
the backroom covenants of flesh
the slow slide of acquiesce
the hallowed space of want
the heavy shudder of yes
the burn of craving
the bliss of the fire.
find now
the center of your
longing
meet it where it lives
coax the tender tremor
tease response from
edge to depth to surface
to bone
to salt
to sweat
to skin
to teeth
to yes
to this
this is the
consecrated profanity of
seduction
this is the space where
shame is shed
you are a vessel of want
you are a master of desire
you are the fierce of supplication
the gentle of domination
you are holy
you are holy
you are holy
ask for what you need, lover
take what you want
bring it home
refuse the disgrace
with which you were raised
claim your untamable
unbind your wild
petition the air for your
every desire
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this body is not the enemy
your sex is not a scandal
your skin needs no censor
you are not here for denial
your pleasure is
what the universe
demands
it is the purpose
of your
creation
anything else
is
blasphemy
so tattoo want along your rib
name it religion and church
and the rite of communion
take the body and the blood
sprinkle it with holy water
let the salt steam rise
and listen
just listen, lover
always
our bodies tell us
where
to
begin.
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