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estate ascensione

estate ascensione

mi ha baciata
nel mezzo
della notte.
ho lampeggiato. aprire.
5 del mattino. all’alba.

egli è aromatizzato come
Mar Tirreno
la balneazione in me
mezzanotte. avvolto.
midtown. amore.

i nostri corpi sono
come Chopin dentro
chiaro di luna. egli illumina
come siamo arrampicata
l’un l’altro. in estate.

summer ascension

he kissed me
in the middle
of the night.
i blinked. open
in 5am. daybreak.

he tastes like
the Tyrrhenian Sea
washing me with
midnight. wrapped.
midtown. love.

our bodies sound
like Chopin inside
moonlight. he glows
as we are climbing
each other. in summer.

 

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Upright Delphic

Upright Delphic

Like.
I try. To be
What something
Wants to make
Worth. Can you
Ever tell me
How I am supposed
To be. No one knows
About us. I smile
When I want to scream;
I nod. And everyone
Else is paying
Taxes and eating
Meat. I am nothing
Outside of fitting
In. I only want
To be. Out. Be-
Cause… mine is
Never to be
Under
Stood.

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assure allegiance

assure allegiance

when he touched me. i awoke. and my eyes
discovered ways to widen and expand.
it was like i suddenly became more
stretched. i could be. pulled in more
directions. a north south east west
way of expressing how i reach
for him. cut arms. strong thighs. his body
wraps me in limbs and whispers. that i
should never doubt; my only truth.
the one way anyone. broke. through…
i opened. to him. wide arms, spread
legs moving forward in a direction
to be in contact with what i only believed.
and while he whispered, we swore
that nothing would ever split between
us again. he… and i… always. promised.

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position paragon

position paragon

my breath became
an opera
when he walked
through
my door.
alto exhale
soprano.
inhale…
i bit knuckles
and chewed
fingers.
but. when.
i looked at him
and his forest
eyes. i. explored
this place inside
nature. where we
met. in the first
place.

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desiderio ansioso

desiderio ansioso

come mi
ricercato
in modi
mai
diventando
il modo in cui
Io finalmente…
desiderato.
volevo
in un altro
Lingua –
era quello che
solo
due di noi
ha parlato.
come mi
ricercato
le sue labbra
il suo gusto
il suo tocco
è come…
volevo
la musica
del nostro
movimento.
segreto
beatitudine.

eager yearning

how i
wanted
in ways
never
becoming
the way that
i finally…
desired.
i wanted
in another
language –
it was what
only
the two of us
spoke.
how i
wanted
his lips
his taste
his touch
his… how i
wanted
the music
of our
movement.
undisclosed
rapture.

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