he smells of earth's breath and still
dust and tar is the perfume he trails,
pushes into me by force by my desire
i take to his bed where he lies within
reach, my hands search, but it is my mind
that finds him, heat delicious but relentlessly
clinging, clinging away; he gives, he gives
never gives up searching, retreating,
waiting, watching, loving me more than
i want, more than i need, too much is
not enough; i wake every dawn in blue
and orange and long for him, despite;
sometimes he's a girl, lolitalike,
taking small steps to me, treading ever
lightly on toes painted in my gold thoughts
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
