A shadow on the Sun sets fire to the Moon

Through the invisible barrier
Between me and my wildest dreams
He sees clearly
And calls me in the middle of a thought
Breaking up the clouds
To show me
How.

He draws an elegant map
With all the starts
And forms the finish—

Energy reader
He sees me
And hears the discordant engines
My mind runs on
Soothes them with 
Just one slip of his tongue
The cogs then sing
In a tune
One I could listen to
Cycled on infinity—

And that's how you write a poem
About someone
Who makes you happy
For once
And only now
I realize
I've been fighting
My whole life
For control
Over this vessel
But I hand it over to him
Willingly
And sleep, finally
Knowing

With certainty
No better hands exist.

[If this seed bears fruit
I'll know because I won't ever need to tell you.]

The act of breathing

You cannot love someone 

unless you're willing to be destroyed.

Love is humiliating,
juicy, dirty, sloppy;

I guess what I'm saying is,
I want you to cum on my face,
Then keep on fucking me
From behind,
Hands tied.