Thoughts of you lie
the wrong side
of our violent rupture.
An image muddied,
once clear.
I saw hurt,
old sorrows whipping
a spite filled tongue.
Lashing, at those a threat
to your whims and wants.
London
Black Ecstasy
His tailored figure draws devotion
by all who see him.
He
draped en noire,
his life coiffed a delicate duality
flashes
black and ecstasy.
M. Beaucoup
This man swaggers 5’9,
assured in masculine bravado,
spilling his sexual presence.
His tattooed flesh
telling of philosophy,
his heart telling of poetry,
his eyes scouring the present.
He views reality clear,
reading truths hidden.
Wise to the heart’s answers.
A captain,
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J.C. FitzDerick 