As I stood there projecting
I could see him holding
his heart
in his hands
above his lap
in an offering
of surrender under desire;
his darkest heart
illuminated -
sense from the senseless,
feeling from the numb.
I could imagine his mouth
on my penis
trying to suck the essence from me
but failing:
crumbling: no;
intellectual giant: in their eyes.
My eyes: font of words;
no perfection; just desire -
deep, dark desire
tapping away
and revealing itself
slowly
as the half-glowing eyes
of unconsciousness.
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