~ “dive headlong into a deep pool” ~
There will be more pain, it is
assured. The longer gazing into night
above me, the more it wells up
around my body, splashing my thighs,
dripping from my hair. He looks at
me from beneath eyelids heavy
with desire, but it is not my face
he sees, rather a wave of saltwater
or winter clouds pouring across
vastness. My landscape
has no sky, no visible horizon, I am beneath
the loud sunset, that garish
world of traffic and closing doors (to which we
go back eventually, gratefully fleeing blind water
and all the edges of sleep. But I am in
no hurry.
My fingers drift the current of a stranger – a friend I love,
without needing to know everything, or
to explain.
Could as easily be darkness who shakes
my throat in one firm hand,
tongues my yearning, bitter smooth –
overflows the well from which we
together drink – like quiet he leaves
at the end of my questions. Warm as tears (internal crying)
stomach wept, lungs sobbed, each breath
gathers leave-taking over me, inks the few words
fallen between us into my skin
without care for the order of meaning – come sit
by me, don’t go
anywhere. Do you want
to sleep…I enjoy it.
– most from that fragment. There will, be assured
AN APPRENTICESHIP TO DISAPPEARANCE 
Whoa.
This is very lovely
Thank you. And thank you for reading – your “attention” is appreciated – smiles.
Smiles.
You write well.
Out of interest, is your gravatar photo you?
Thank you. Yes, that’s me…
Lovely sensual face
thank you – that means something coming from you. smiles…
Smiles. I simply admire beauty
I’m not sure why I choose to tell you this, perhaps because I do not know you, but seeing myself as beautiful still feels new and surprising. I feel I have only just begun to discover the part of myself that feels worthy of desiring and of being desired, and it frightens me a little, for it is not simple, or easy, or happy…I long for everything you describe in Angel, but a lover that powerful and sensitive is rare. Being alone seems more likely. Nonetheless, it gives me pleasure to follow your words into that dark, rich place…so thank you for that.
You may e-mail me if you ever wish to explore such themes.
Thank you. I would like that.
You know it, yes?
no, i don’t actually…
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