he smells of earth's breath 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 anyway
sometimes he's a girl a little lolita impure
taking small steps to me treading ever
lightly on toes painted in my gold thoughts
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
