JULIEN HAKYM: universe

I am borne on
points of thought,
of fear,
of desire,
or lust for
fantasy;

I'm anointed by
beacons of creation,
tethered to my cravings
of me-
of you.

but see me as you wish,
and I'll wear that vision

as my crown.

searching searching
wall and blue heavens,
face to face with
my being, I hear
voices shout your
hatreds.

touching touching
my own flesh hiding
from your angers, I turn
inward to the angst of
my desires and
seething breath

in one moment of
stolen indiscretion,
a forbidden
burning lust
stings you
eye to eye:

and from the
c o s m o g o n y of my
soul I conduct you
like a symphony to
play my life without
leathered shame.

from skin to skin
into your loined brain
secret sexing is how
you hide what isn't
bound by your corseted
mind...

there is no
shame in this
shimmer and glamor,
the god of my soul,
as you imagine
the pleasures
below my
neck-bite lips:

I am creation:
I've tasted your
envy,

and felt the rush of
guilty selfishness:

I've swallowed your image
whole.