| kisses 
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loving boy kisses his bride
mother kisses kids goodnight
good old friend kisses the cheek
prostitute kisses the freak
believer kisses the old wall
little girl kisses the doll
pensioner kisses portrait
lonely soul kisses the pet
winner kisses the earned prize
greedy kisses rolling dice
obedient kisses the rings
sterilized kisses foundlings
sycophant kisses warm hands
fashion victim kisses brands
blinded lust kisses gold digger
deafened pride kisses the liquor
subordinate kisses the ass
refugee kisses the fence
broken-down kisses the feet
pedophile kisses the kid
whiplash kisses the slave's scar
nazi kisses flags of war
hostage kisses smoking gun
Grim Reaper kisses everyone
we were all kissed by our mothers
some of us were kissed by others
every kiss comes with a price
Judas kisses Jesus Christ
1 May 2024
| changes
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the seasons turn, and so do mortal dreams
they shift as clouds adrift through restless skies
what once seemed truth, dissolves before thine eyes
and nothing holds the form it once redeems
all life is wrought of ever-changing streams
where hope gives birth to long-forgotten sighs
and joy, once tasted, like a shadow dies
while grief leaves naught but soundless schemes
the winter wanes, the snows give way to flowers
and spring resumes her soft, untroubled hours
yet still the law remains: all things must fade
for mirth shall not erase the tears of sorrow
and dread it is to think some nameless morrow
shall strike the night when change itself decayed
24 August 2025
| the only truth I know
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no notes depict the tune I hear
the moans of want I hold so dear
the trembling sighs in breathless hue
a thousand throats in lustful “oooh...”
they rise, “ah… ahhh…” in vaulted bloom
a swell of gasps in private rooms
from lips half-bitten, lashes wet
they arch into the “yesss…” and sweat
g-major... sharp, a secret key
a laugh, a gasp, a mystery
the “mmmhhh,” the “ahh… oh, daddy, please”
that moan that humbles mighty knees
I grasp this sound… the itch, the bliss
the liquid echo of a kiss
in every breath, I hear the soul
the “yes,” the “more,” the “take me whole”
no god could craft more perfect sound
as when her pulse is pleasure-bound
this art is not of hand nor brush
but “fuck me…” whispered in the hush
thou mayst ask, who is this bard
who trades obscene as holy card?
who's this composer of the sighs
who finds the joy between the... lines?
’tis me, my darlings... yes, ’tis true
the sinner saint who listens through
and if thou knew what I have heard
thou’dst bow before my ev’ry word
so scream out louder! don’t thou dare
let modesty pollute the air
the symphony, as all confess
how beauty moans beneath girl's dress
it moans the light, the dusk, the night
it inks the pulse of sinful rite
it spills the youth in spank, in sweat
forever are we in its debt
as women feed us, sip by sip
their beauty from their sacred lips
let them dissolve thy fear and pride
and take thee helpless for the ride
yes, let them pour their youth like wine
until thy age and bones resign
and even then, remember this
their starlight tasted just like bliss
so lift thy heads, ye bitter few
thy gods are false, girl’s gasp is true
her moan, her breath, her tongue, her glow
they write the only truth I know
30 July 2025