Carnal Prayer {rewrite of “Lie To Me”}

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the miracle of flesh against flesh
that skin can whisper secret to skin
and the body is a place of worship
open to all true believers
this is my prayer tonight

so pray with me lover
and make me believe
that when you are hunched over me
pressed into me, dripping with sweat

that your sweat on me is baptismal
and making love to you will purge
this hunger i am built with
give name to all that is holy in me

that your tongue on my nipple
your teeth in the soft flesh of my breast
that sweet pain you deliver with each bite
is my sacrament and my sole path to redemption

Supernova {2nd draft}

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A giant star dies because it’s core collapses in on itself
But for that instance it burns brighter than the entire galaxy

You were a byproduct of your own galaxy
Gravity molding the contents of a negro boy child into
Light and fire

Once a week you would lock yourself in a room
Fast the whole day and dance till you collapsed
My father is the one that told me this story
It made the vision of you all the more exquisite
Because anything Papa believed in was holy

And you were my rhinestone-gloved martyr
The Christ child of the 21st century
I rejoiced in the redemption you offered

An unworthy disciple, I would mouth my desire
And from those silent prayers
You plucked my desperate need for escape
And spun it into a starlight hammock
That cradled me through more weeks
Than any child should spend alone
You made me believe you understood
Intoned it in the very cadence of your voice

But what is a martyr without sacrifice
And neither money, nor trinkets and costumes
That dazzled in purples and reds and gold
Could ever save you from crucifixion

How we reveled in the beauty of your suffering
And how you burned bright for us
Right up until the end
When you collapsed in on yourself
Blinding us all with that final burst of light

My body betrays me

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My body betrays me
The skin on my back mourns the absence of your lips
The memory of your scent haunts every inhale

But I am more than this body
This flesh
This heart

Love is not the conqueror you imagine Her to be
I have grown wise to the traps She would set

Because I am more than this body, I am vast

Sometimes what Love would have me surrender to
Is not sufficient to fill me

I refuse to ever go empty again for Her sake

I will never be yours alone

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I will never be yours alone but my love will hold you as the sky holds the earth. I only ask the same in return: Do not restrict my orbit, let me spin, circle, and dance through this universe; because sometimes I want to burn in the sun, sometimes I want to hide in the shadow of the moon, sometimes I want the stars to hammock my body glistening and yes, sometimes I want you.

Festered (27/365) {1st draft}

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the taste of you is heavy on my tongue
still
i don’t want to be rid of you
yet

my body is thick with the regret of all the ways I forgot to touch you
my pulse, a secret that lives only for you

first beat
i miss the soft flesh of where your neck meets your skull behind your left earlobe

second beat
i imagine my lips there, my nose brushing the rough stubble of your shorn scalp

third beat,
where are you now?
who will hold this rotting confession and make it fresh again?

you are the sapphire medallion of my broken heart and I want to keep you
use you to prop the crack open so the wound never heals

our love was meant to die like this
festered and bleeding

Letting Go (26/365) {1st draft}

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There were moments when this felt
Not so much like a letting go
As it did a tearing of limb from joint
I look down at my body now in wonder
When did I become whole?
There is no pool of blood
No fragments of bone scattered
No flesh laid bare and useless
I flex and muscle tauts
I inhale and lungs expand
Nothing hurts anymore
In some ways this too feels like loss

If I Had A Penis (24/365) {1st draft}

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forgive me. this just came out. i am a sad silly fool. but hey! one more down for the 365 :-)

If I had a Penis I would name it: The Master
Because it would be an awesome Penis
Masterful, in fact
The Master would not be circumcised
Because The Master is a Perfect Penis
And requires no alteration for any reason
The Master and I would spend lots and lots
Of quality time together. We would take long
Bubble baths, watch movies, and sometimes
just hang out, you know, for no particular reason,
just enjoying each other’s company. It would lie
Soft and warm and comfortable in my lap. We would
Laugh together, share jokes about how hard it is to be
A Penis sometimes and I would let The Master know
That I would I would always be there for it, no matter
How hard it got. I would always pick the best treats
For My Penis, The Master, it would get the best, most
Silky smooth lube, the thinnest, most durable condoms
My Penis would always get the very best vagina,
The wettest, plumpest, tightest vagina, and the greatest
Variety. And ass too. I would never deny The Master
Sphincter love, of any persuasion. I would be a very
Very liberal Penis owner. I would always take my Penis
Out to play when it wanted to. And if other’s wanted
To play with The Master and asked me nicely, I would let them
Because, if you have an awesome Penis, like mine (if I had
one) then it is a very good thing to share. Everyone needs
Masterful Penis love and attention. And mine would be the best.
Yes, I think I would very much enjoy having a Penis and you
Know what? I think my Penis, The Master, would enjoy me too.

Satin Panties (23/365) {found poem}

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A while ago Dawn suggested I turn the search list from my phonesex/erotic website into a found poem (I actually had not heard of a found poem before, it is an amusing concept and a great cheat). It was a list of about 50 search items that landed people on my website, I didn’t change any of the phrases, I just edited the list down to a combination I found amusing:

his satin panties
slowly turning into a cuckold
she grabbed his balls
satin around his cock
cuckold real man maid
strap on his satin panties
his cock twitched
stiff spurting spread eagle
bend him over and squeeze his balls
herself onto his face
on your knees black panties gag
bitch boy cock cage
she took hold of his cock
satin strap on cock
erotic poem fuck
okay, now strip
let you cum cage spanking
heels laced wife feminized
she burst his balls
cuckold jeans smiled

Fool (22/365) {1st draft}

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Fool, you believe winter has come here just for you? This is what she does. We all feel her chill at some point, that sharp bitter cold that cuts right through your chest and leaves you aching. But this does not mean you should lie huddled in the snow waiting for death. So come in, shake that ice from your heart, I have fire enough for both of us and I promise when springtime comes for you (and she will) I will not hold you here. I will send you out, thawed and new, into her open arms.