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Across the Desk from me in the British Library

    Across the Desk from me        in the British Library The shape of nostril is enough alone To say, “Write love about me.  Write it now!” The message pierces through the central bone That holds my ribs together like a vow Of chastity that must be broken.  Rip My...

Admission

             Admission When Lucifer kneels down upon the earth His knee is heavy with that might, the length Arched downward in his thigh.  Its muscled girth There bends. A fullness sexual in strength And weight extends itself beside a shape Created for his...

God’s Love

          God’s Love An angel sought to be like God, better Than Him. This Lucifer was hurtled down. He wanted only to break the fetter Of abject devotion.  A fiery gown Enveloped him.  He wears it still.  It’s Hell. Eve tasted fruit.  The curses came like snake...

The Memory of Your Mouth

  The Memory of Your Mouth The memory of your mouth still makes a wound Where lips now hollow once were crushed with lust. Your tongue and teeth that savaged like a hound Have left a scar-like gap and taste of rust Where feral kisses set their mark and had Their...

Beyond Calton Road: Architecture and Love

     Beyond Calton Road: Architecture and Love The handsome streeets of Glasgow hide themselves Lest some conspiracy of tastelessness Combined with so-called progress pries and delves With jackhammers and bulldozers to mess Up...

Words without Song: a Sonnet

Words without Song:  a Sonnet Is love a spate of rhyming in the veins? Or is it even less, a bit of plot (inside a thousand paperbacks) like stains across their pages?  Is it merely hot concessions to the urgent skin of lust? Are fornication and adultery love’s...