it seems he has a mistress he never thought he would he meant to live in honor and be loyal and do good it seems he has a mistress and each new thing is tried to show not that he's aging but that he hasn't died it seems he's like the others, they say decent men are rare the question though that some might ask is why the hell she's there
She turned to me with haunted look
Atop the spires of her pain,
I took her to my house and bed
And made it snow, and sleet, and rain
Her brown hair tumbled everywhere,
As she arched back in focus pure;
I thought I’d known that haunted look,
But never could
Be sure
breakaway dreamer heightened sense languor and excess
Our laughter turned into a sort of rhythm, Our rhythm turned into a sort of dance; As motion filled with music filled with passion, A double-bed became a vast expanse -- A journey that it took a while to finish, Two pioneers upon a new-cut trail; And she was like a book I couldn't put down, Except I had to read it all By braille
again and then flowing past such times as kept us unable to understand but feeling our way
One afternoon, when we were autumning and such, you asked me when I would, finally, and why not now I never understood, the way that your eyes changed what they saw, making something out of every shifting mass, and yet -- One afternoon, twisted, and interlaced, I answered your question in the affirmative, and you answered questions I'd never thought to ask
She said to me: “Come now, you owe me one,”
And bid me not to worry. She would show
Me how to do these things I’d never done;
Just how to pay the debt I’d come to owe —
And slowly, like a child that learns to crawl,
I inched along the traces of her ground:
She gave off teaching and surrendered all,
Her measured breathing changed to quick’ning sound
To give herself completely to my trust,
And only on her pleasure then to dwell;
To move in slightest ways so to adjust,
To find her shining as last moments fell —
The lesson learned to be used, then, in living:
Receiving finds its fullest mark, in giving
you told me to believe you,
although i had my doubt;
it all seemed hard to understand,
but i’m not one to flout
a confidence, once given.
and so i played my role,
and found you quite believable
when taken
as a whole
Any kind of way you want
Any sort of thing you need
Take me where you want to go
Sate the hunger you must feed
Narratives and tongues of fire
Shadows dance and morning breaks
Any kind of way you want
And as often as
It takes
