xmas

xmas

merry muddy feeling lock
in silent smile the earnest
love wine gently thrown
over perfect pudding drowning
light the fir and drip the gold
on silver ball caress the light
and tumult linger through
fire light and burning of
love wine gently thrown
down throats warm with
laughing singing raging sexing
christmas hard-on feels so wrong
a morning filled with innocence
sullied by the human form
and family and family and friend
love wine gently thrown
into gaping mouths where sorrow
forgot for once or tried at least
and joyous cavortion locks in silent
smile the earnest
love wine gently thrown
over all the dripping winter sunlit garden of the everlasting perfect morning mist

the beauty of the hand that beats upon my chest

the beauty of the hand that beats upon my chest reflects that coward the sun hides cold beams from faces in spite of longing for home and all the while lies lisping through the air on thin electric bands and this oh finest day and rocket powered engine thrusting between legs and over tarmac beside hills and voluptuous breasts the still earth beating slow beneath the feet beneath the heavens and ever so slightly gasping under the weight of love and understanding the deepest movements of the feet the penis the slowing of the heartbeat the quickening of the wrist and grasping at trunks and pulling waistbands and this all this is mush in the head the head of the corrupted danger terrified to run and held in place by abject horror at all the beauty and the woe and violent spasmic watching all over ran with oil and semen and there before the mirror spies the eyes of the coward and lonely puppet of the desires of the cock and lisping slowly through the semen and the butter the long lost love there again the old feelings churning in the stomach the old love the old feeling there churning like the maid with the butter hand deep in the curd and skirt lifting all below to show there is violent curtain separate and wet and all is deep and free and loving and kiss caress and hold on for dear life because you might slip you might fall and in the falling there the loathing hiding from the darkness of the dearest beating heart and holding hands in dimmest light and clutching on to earnest feeling there oh there the lion tames the heart of youth and beating pulsing balls and terminal cock to rest on throbbing fingers in purest blissful love and sky larks sing the morning in and vanish lost to all the sky and dive and threat and lip and curd and waive and maid and churn the butter of the flesh in all but name the beauty of the hand that beats upon my chest.