Revival

..with hand on cheek…/ i slide my hand inside your thigh that day when we...whispered of orcs and villains...between Border’s bookcases…/sharp furtive sigh…/echoes inside vortex of forest glen…/…and within ... this bowel of God’s pubic bush…/we find entrance to…/…the way your love curves along with…every whim of my centerfold…/like…the way dreams live…within this strange awakening…of …/spirits and sound…long buried beneath../my heavy derisive heart…/like…your hands gathering to…your teeth…/cheeks of my soft swollen places…/I …visit structures within my passion…/architectural ode to the way to the way we knew we were meant to love…/staccato in perfect time…/fingers tiptoe through dank secrets…/reviving the …many faces…I make…/self portrait of my second, third and forth-cuming…/your.. methods court me into submission…sweet oblivion/glorious resurrection…/and what do you know…I feel like myself once more.