Split

Gianni Turner in ” what’s right, what’s wrong, & what’s you” photographed by H.Reigns

There must be a better way…

To find acceptance in love is fleeting.

To find acceptance in sex is misleading.

But still,

We spread our legs and spread ourselves thin.

Just to experience the richness and fullness of being together,

But note that just because you are being filled,

doesn’t mean that you are fulfilled within.

Just because the two bodies come together again,

Does not mean that you are one.

There’s got to be a better way to prove our love.

Open gateways signal the point of no return.

Caution signs look like yellow sun flowers.

The sun doesn’t always look like it will burn.

I am being split three ways.

I know what’s right, what’s wrong, and what’s you.

The truth about my trio seems to change day by day.

At night you seem to ignore the things to say by day.

My soul screams it tells me the costs that I pay to play.

But the aches of my desires phase the eclipse and devour me anyway.

There must be a better way…

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Sore

” I Wish” photographed by H. Reigns

I wish you knew how good this feels

I can’t make you understand my perspective…

You were built to be a giver

And I was built to be receptive 

I was built to be selfish

To open anything  

And demand 

That you give me everything 

It’s petty to say I’m jealous 

Of your capabilities 

Of your capacity and tenacity 

To fuck away my very atmosphere

And turn my past into tragedy

Because I never knew that my

Savory blossom could sway

Like the lotus in the China pond

Floating in mid day

You have my body

So out of body 

It’s like I’m in mediation 

Where else could I go but here

You leaving me in desperation 

All the derogatory degradation 

That’s spilling from my pores

Is pleading to fuck me harder 

Just fuck me till there’s no more

No more space in the time continuum 

Exploded stars shards on the floor

I wish you could experience the experience 

Of how good it is to be sore.

Insatiable 

“So what” photographed by H.Reigns

My eyes are low like I’m sleepy
Laying in serendipity 

I am asking myself questions.

Is it the liquor that has me feeling so open?
Is it this taste that lingers on my lips

Making me lose focus?

Imagining some things.

Man… 

I can’t keep thinking about these types of situations.

Ghostly shadows of Christmas future implications 

My breathing is experiencing fluctuations.

I’m wondering, 

What would happen though?

What would happen,

If I were to let myself completely go?

To feel everything that it is possible to feel?

To love them all?

To love the people who said they loved me?

And to love the people who never cared for me,

Without the threat of what it will do to me in the process.

Would I be happy and free

Or be a glutton in excess?

Insatiably, as the fiend lives

I would never stop it

and like a thick and grimy coat

I would pout and sulk about it

How would I ever be fine?

Never satisfied 

is what insatiable is