The Cry of Pornography

A hunger for each other in the sweet winds

often blows a feather-blade against the skin

While glances shine off our bodies like

soft whips in the heart of sin

I love your licentious mouth

in waves of honesty spilling diamonds

An open language without shame

While embarrassing truths bleed out the games:

False arena in which we prey

upon another’s confusion, confusing the sane and

insane jewel of our wonder?

Author Website

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