poetry

C[older] / C[oo]l{er} / H[eat]

Age does not pre-

clued the abil-

i-

tie to connect and love and sex-

u-

allies attract, as large holds neck

your beautiful shuddering length

s-

sssh which stripe my sex up and own

like that age-old stick of holiday

rock licked and tongued lon-

gingly, Lon-

donly, aim-

less-

lying beside you and spurt-

in-

gasping squirts of em-

bracing seaside greys and air-

ings: cup-

boarding-

houses and

boarding

planes to strange desti-

nations and states of mind-

less and mind-

ful ex-

stasis: civil con-

flix of balan-

ced and unsaid equilibriums,

where cinema reel un-

spools internation-

ally the coming together of an en-

tyre community of the good:

a rubber Johnny Doe of the uncomm-

on man and woman.

 

 

And how I love yous, dear women,

and dear men

and dear children for this

love: if I am worthy of a tougher

kind of love in the name

I proclaim,

not disdain,

not re-

jecture in con-

jecture where a prior bad faith does

proceed to seed at last all my futures

with good deeds …

 

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