A Diary of Prose: 2017

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

temperly (his name was) / October 25, 2013

temperly

slowly and bewitchingly

you call me

your hair and beard

so unruly

rough and rugged

it cuts through my skin

as your kisses

crawl my spine to my shin

temperly

with those mystic blue eyes

you gaze upon me

so longingly

so closely

you breathe through me

heavily

with unending

masculinity

you consume me

slowly and carefully

your lips drawn towards me

how did you ever find me?

temperly

with your blinding fits

of lust

of innocence

as you charmingly

seek for my apology

with your boyish laugh

your inviting grin

leading me to commit

this primal sin

Friday, January 20, 2017

ALL I SEE / JUNE 9, 2009

and all i see
is his nape
clear / untouched
innocent and sweet
i slouch and suddenly
i find myself
caressing the tip of his lips
as he slowly outlines
the shape of the back of my neck
carefully
whispering moans of his stirring masculinity
our hands clasping strongly
able / capable
like the storm
thundering violently outside
i close my eyes
and we are back
in this rainy friday afternoon
i struggle to focus
but end up

looking at his white collared shirt
i lean and suddenly
i find myself
breathing the hair on his nape
he turns me over
looked at me
deeply
moving closely
towards the locking
of lips unbridled
pressing hardly
and even harshly
against his cold bed
intimate together
but separated by this gloomy weather

Sunday, January 15, 2017

IN SEARCH OF VRONSKY / FEBRUARY 20, 2013

alexei will you find me

in the comfort of my sanity

i am so sorry

i have been steady

i chose a life of petty

i didn’t see you

instantly

ignored your frenzy

of passionate

and lofty

promises, dreams

or maybe tragedy

all i know

i'm searching for you now

my dear count vronsky

alexei come herewith

besides me

after me

pursue this uncertainty

of giving it all

losing everything

risk being

eternally happy – my count vronsky

i am ready

elude me

persuade me

sway me away

from the comfort of years

and peace

where there can never be

alexei, there can never be

peace any more

ever more

once you come and take me

my dear count vronsky

Saturday, January 14, 2017

hey trevor

november 12, 2010

hey trevor

as you are driving

to your self-destruction

you must be wondering

what am i doing

at 3am in your apartment

so inconveniently away from the city

were we once floundered our dreams

titillating – without regards to reality

i just wonder

how come you are still here

and i am not with you

hey trevor

as you are wearing that black cap

that i gave you on your birthday

i can almost see

the total desolation of your destination

i might have been able to

if i wasn’t just so astounded by my own presence

here in your bedroom -- no less

so immaculate in tidiness

so blissful in your manly husk

that i can smell from your pillows

lying here in the untouched side

were i can barely smell me

and my scent of abandon

the deafening sound of despair

hey trevor

you must be laughing

not as hard as i am right now

wearing this silly big hat from mexico

remembering our first time in mexican soil

but i bet you can only remember

the fireworks on your 27th birthday

and how you'd say things like

“churches are everywhere”

“look, a roof cactus”

and the best tacos ever

i bet trevor

i bet

hey trevor

wherever you are i must be leaving

i hope i'lll catch you one morning

or tomorrow, or so

i know there are things left unsaid

and probably will remain that way

but for now

hey trevor

i am here

i was here

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