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smoke dust sins
maybe I found what you’re looking for
you touched yourself & you cried in your sleep
before you ever knew it was lost
I come to you when you’re writing
put my hands on you in a certain way
you should say ‘wait’
you should say ‘this is art & you’ll ruin it’
instead you stop, you submit to my craving
I know you – I know how you want it
your body that trembling, & your eyes that look
vulgar kisses, hard wet probing
an arrogance of industrial maneuvers
your agony is my bliss
& your fingers are my fingers
bland walls, the train running late, & blue smoke
blue as a room at the Chelsea Hotel
the sound & silence of your naked lips
I invade the skill of your flesh without poetry
we were never a poem but a man & a woman
as new rains fall from an ancient sky
we become the thunder & the lightning
& if ever I dreamed a lover, it was you – it was you
nowhere have I travelled where love was more than a song
& sex was the only way to hear it
alluvials trailed behind & pebbled the road ahead
as I chased by lantern light my impossible spirit
the well of sorrow where I stopped to drink
was a bar that seduced me in the company of whores
my heart was taken by the brooding ghosts of Gomorrah
& returned when I danced the last symphony to the end of night
this thing that I give you is the simple verse of my life
the passion that lets you sleep without crying
because I’m holding you
maybe I found what you’re looking for...
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