Dreams 

It is a recurring dream lately

Not that i sleep often

But i wake

Her arms around me

I am safe soft and stable

Her forearms

Bruised and tattooed

Her girth strong

Essence young

Her breath soft

fingers long

Like a song

Inside of me

Her love vast

So potent it

shrinks me back

To the beginnings of

nothing but loving

Again

 

What is she doing with me now?
I bow down before her

Listen to my body

To be rich and dripping

On love’s lotions

And God’s designs

Slaying in conquerable gods

Inside of me

 

Basking afterglows
I hope she feels

Of me too…

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