Gape

I had 2-3 years out of the 4 like you have. I want more. But it will never come to be.

cuRRent...jer
  ¶ 5:07 pm

  Dawn

Feeling that auguring horizon,
of a sinful aurulent hue.
Oh! Sing to that rorulent dawn!
On those tawny-peppery,
shimmering fields of corn.
Licking the caramel drips,
and resting quixotically on,
the straw-laden earth.
With a mite of waxen puffs,
on that laudanum too flaxened,
I soar into an ecstastical dizziness,
so palpably fine!

I sing to that dawn.
Realising with a painful tinge,
those pieces of kisses,
are now a thorny throng;
that golden streaks of tears,
arrive in a wanton waft again.
I sing to that dawn.

Is that dawn an illusion?
Or never coming?
I sing.

cuRRent...jer


  ¶ 6:02 pm

  Egress

I'm looking for that exit.

cuRRent...jer
  ¶ 6:34 pm

  Grave

How beauteous mankind is!
Oh grave new world.

cuRRent...jer
  ¶ 3:13 pm

 
Smitten

His beak have spoken,
in his very merry token,
of sizzling osculation,
and tantalising questions.

We sing. I, jazz. You, classical.
One Chopin and one Sinatra.
But we got along to the tune of Amazing Grace.
Because We got rhythm. Because We got swing.

The ressonance that nothing could rebuff.
And that embrace; I couldn't bear enough.
That slight brush of your tounge,
and those hands. That is the next rung...

Hold me tight.

cuRRent...jer
You are my tenorboy and I love you so.
  ¶ 1:11 pm