I'm Still Your Fag

Heard about your wife and kids where we slept
Felt their mouths with stitches at that were slowly lit
Capture uniform this time because I couldn't quit
Haven't felt the ground so cold without getting sick

And I'm still your fag
I'm still your fag

It's a possibility to live without lips
Kleenex love to fill right up with all the broken kids
I swore I drank your piss that night to see if I could live
But my wrists couldn't stand the light that we missed

And I'm still your fag
I'm still your fag

You're only coming out because you came back in
You're only coming out cause you came back in

I'm still your fag
I'm still your fag

To the birthday bod... :)

Love ya goddamnit... :) :*

Gifts will follow... ;)

:)

"Words"

I cannot resist words

I cannot resist
words hug me

like the madness of an octopus
the wandering of your tongue

I cannot resist
the breath of your mouth
flames
red like a throat
travelling its path
and the shadow
the body cannot resist
the deep dagger being born
words
being born

the warm trajectory
of your tongue
I speak
words chose me.

"My pleasure" by Renata Pallotini

My pleasure is a dream in your body.

The image arouses in you a night of ferns
and dark pillows hidden long ago.
I close my eyes and see you among the leaves
and you desire me as one desires life.
You have been walking toward this moment
and the path feels centuries warm.
You ask me nothing: the body is a ready answer.
Deep and oily like damp bridges
moving from stair to stair in the secret twilight.

And we kiss consciously
kissing every angle of those kisses
until blood alters the volume of things
and a repressed joy reaches the color of fire.

Your pleasure is my body's mirror
stretching itself like a silver thread
wound around my neck
saying
words.

"I can't help it, my love, i can't help it" by Carilda Oliver Labra

I can't help it, my love, I can't help it
when I go into your mouth, and I linger;
and almost without warning, almost for naught,
I touch you with the tips of my breasts.

I touch you with the tip of my breasts
and with my unshielded loneliness;
and even perhaps without love as a guide
I can't help it, my love, I can't help it.

And my fate as a sheltered fruit
is consumed by your lustful and hesitant hands
like a poison's broken promise.

And though I'd like to kneel down and kiss you
when I go into your mouth, and I linger,
I can't help it, my love, I can't help it.