LIGHT THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU

LIFE ON

I could (with permission)

Lick then slip my fingers

In between your pages

Press my face against you open

Find both God and Growth in stacks

Your writing makes me feral

-PLEASE-

Let me put pleasure on your books

And smell you lignin lingering on my skin

LUNAR SYSTEM

the very thought of you

grips the constellation of nerves

just above just above

where i want your mouth to be

bite down gentle

make the me hard wet + yours

mark your place in the vast galaxy

transgender evidence

of a man sweet + intense

kissing trails across the moon