a glenn gould kind of lover

nimble fingers
rip roar blanks
undoing buttons
flimsy against flesh
and pressure
curling digits ending
feet - first, slide
so safe at
home with you.
melodious in all your
expectations/baroque
are my expressions
this love of mine
has variations
tempo pitch andante
revving your
undoubtable bends.
bombast gives way to
splendorous pianissimo
a whispered hum
the notes are sharp

s'wet

hashmarks on hot paper
pressed between palms
s'wet
i'm on all fours on the
dusty floor
my unkempt unswept
cerebellum. bella,
you confound my senses.
i keep smellin' loneliness and
feelin't he waft of clean dish scent.
believe me, i am mostly harmless,
i'm just overstocked on
sentiment. love makes of me a
sentinel. it challenges my
sentience.
i've got automatonic love
you've got automatic allure
meet me halfway
draw a line in the sand
then dare me to cross it;
your body is a beacon

your absence was a presence

fire circles intertwining
eyes and hands and love,
communion
every splinter vibration,
every well-worn welcome
streaming from the center
this is coming clearly
from a straight place
o, so arched and curvy

is it here not dark
but missing light
indulging in the connection
of a frozen companion
stillborn into sympathy
yet wriggling

I'm not choking
not asphyxiated
by a lack of your
you. you of many forms.
you are elusive.

knuckles clench
the sigh heaves
door swings in
and mind blows out

it's the radii
between our eyes
that send mine
crossed in circles

yes, there is a pathway carved out for all my words before they actually get there. they fit between the lines. i make them. i fold them.
i run away into a sentence
i hide inside a word.
let's pick a word.
anaesthetic
masculine
feminine
athleticism
precision
mutuality
love
there's no shame to be had in holyness