His

His

His

When I asked what he thinks of when
I write him on my pages and when I don't
And he sends me healing as a response
To what his mind leans toward me
Does he witness my encounters in there
Or is he just a friend who loves Horror
And Director enough to bring him to me
With my stacks of Horror for him to play with
Would such a warm heart find me with his
Buried under persona of warped perception
Has he found his own Professional to dump
All the demons his father gave him as tradition
Into the waiting maw of Guardian Snakes
And other forms of a god would seed
Into the pox-eaters of those of our ancestors'
Desires to hold the darkness over our
Light to find light and the likeness
Like my clearing of my mother's poisons
Has found my beckon calling him
As my brain is possessed and owned
By me and the spirits of my Queendom
I know he has been sitting over there
Hearing me say his name upon my blankets
As he listened to his own spirits of his
Kingdom calling his courage my way
He sleeps under the trees thinking of
Ways to put my name upon his coverings
To sleep as sound as the forest he
Brought nothing but his body and back to

So he seems to care with his often thoughts
Moving in circles around me again
I'll listen to the analog clock tick
As comfort of my Grandmother is there
And her birds caught in her house
Saving tea leaves in the cups to whisper
And soft hugs from long ago
Would he only be like memories of fondness
Or could he come out of dusty prairie clouds
Into this land just out of mountain peaks
View along the horizon of stars and planes
Walking like he would always arrive
As if my sky is a waiting do or awaiting to
Between us like we often have dreamed
That there was no land dividing us
With silent pictures presented on screens
Of my portraits watching his as
He intensed his view of his view
I'll settle along my idle time of
Another fantasy full of characters he plays
To invent all the children he’ll hold
Gathering with his spirit tail to
Raise them inside his own rooms
Inside his heart and across his pelvis
As again he finds my thoughts rising
His erection for me, too far away
Spent in places I've not touched aside
My mind full of another kiss from him
Into my sleep it trails the tracks back to

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