Permeating Early Revisionary Exploration 

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Permeating Early Revisionary Exploration

To enter these bonds, is to be free
To be indebted to a woman’s body
To feel her flesh and spirit bathe thee
Before, behind, between, above and below

The sweat and fragrance of serendipity
Where my hands grow cold in this savage dark
And precious stones glow like nipple-thirst
Hard and soft with full shared nakedness

As souls unbodied with free license
To taste whole joys like uncloth’d wine
That a fool’s eyes can ligteth to the Gem
Of a woman in heaven’s full recline

And Earth’s sultry tastes born of wet glee
There is no penance due to innocence
We’ve waited years to together likt his
The smiling emergence of merrily toyed

We become each other tumbling
Like a garble of lovely minutes
Pull together like crushed fruit on skin
Her flesh came at the chute of our unity

In an uncovered bud of flower’s glowing
Beautiful, wide-spread, opened like a pineapple.

An etude in misplaced desire

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To His Mistress the World Going to Bed

I have no license to touch
Your soul, if a soul had qualities to touch
No permission to enter your sanctuary
No heaven’s zone of glittery
I have no intimacy of the variety
That which my state could renew

No pass into the beauteous state
Of harmonious chime of feeling
I have no novelty in this condition
Of incessant repetition
Only hopes and sensations private
Like an imprisoned youth in an older body

It’s hollow here, beneath this flesh
This kingdom called my life, the sameness from
I have no insight into the women
Whom I admire, I used to have female friends
For they go on, like a lifetime of having children
Becoming full with roles

But for the men, they are wild in another way
Hair in their destiny, alone in their temple
Of peculiar tastes and defied responsibility
I have no license to touch these lives
Who are so full with duty, so unlike my own
We cannot truly coexist, only perhaps

Exchange a passing smile on our way
Until I labour, I in labour lie
A foe of women, a foe in sight
And I only have the power to observe
And it’s a hollow temple
Not to be able to touch the world more.