morning pine

Crossed legged hunch on living room floor
scribbling scribbles of a dream
early winter sun hot on my back-
bright soothe through cold window.

That familiar face forever remembered-
looked in me, remembered me, and leaned into my lean.
Spoken - no words only closed eyes and
familiar passion as lips connect.

Wet smooth kissing on-to long licking
on tongue on cheek on neck on body
return to hard secret kiss-
only knowing lovers know.

Deep breath exhale
followed with quick trembling inhale
again-and-again-and-again-and-again-and
Our bodies our hands our faces our cocks rub together.

Clutching-seeking hands grip each other tight
connecting every inch, body to body.
Hands-fingers seeking
butt mouth asshole cock, heart on heart.

Spit dick penetrate deep inside
hold tight, hard cock against belly, hold tight
never let go, never let go.
Balls against ass, don’t let go
upside lying down, rolling sitting up
hold tight, tight hole
never let go, never let go.
Arms holding tight, body to sweaty body
Don’t let go, never let go.
Arms embrace clutchingly, Legs squeeze in closely
dick inside, chest to chest, neck to neck, head to head lovingly-
longingly loving
sweetly loving
solely loving.

Legs, arms, tongues, cocks, lips, hands, pressing each other
don’t let go, afraid to let go
hold on tight, don’t let go
don’t let go, don’t let me go
hold on, hold on
don’t let go
don’t go

Dropped tears on scribbled ink
holding on to last night’s
lost dream.

Description of my poems

I have been working on some poetry lately, ("P.M. and your on my brain", is the first posted) Im always revising so any version read has the possibility of being edited by the next read. I have been heavily influenced by beat poets. I kept punctuation to a minimum I want it to feel a bit "stream of consciousness" sort of therapy related. I tried to use line breaks and capitalization in place of the punctuation. I have forced some tenses and meanings of words and ignored some conjugation for a feeling of regression and also to give a feeling of unbalance. It may change a bit later. I will post more of it soon.

P.M. and you’re on my Brain

You’ve…you have me vibrating
my my my
distant muse.

My liquid identity gives me aura
that I try to pretend to be…
that I pretend…that I am.


Your fixed face combusts my motors.
Your curved smile crooks me, crooks my heart, hearts my body.

I reach out to connect steeped in
restless anxiousness.

Your coy comments parallel my fear
fear, kept still by timid distance.

My tremble is stayed and dismayed by this distance.

Still, by timid distance, enigmatic persona is created and kept…
perhaps private pinning is preferable in this position.

Unreserved attraction fuels
my my my
pulsing engines.

My sight is heavy and I’m lead
by a heaving heart.

Reciprocity of word promotes the hyper un-real
that my eye prefers to see.

Even the sluggishness of reality oozing its realness
does not,
knot or distort your image.

I lie…lulled lovingly…by flashing text…
my distant distraction…

You’ve…you have mused my mind.

-Diego