Wants to spread your fire
drench every cell in oil for you
wash the tension from your muscles
and thoughts
wants to pour you over every cushion
and landscape
flood their vision with your abundance
and beauty
wants to hold you
in the safety of his magic
wants to crash their buildings
and monuments with wave
wants a bisexual slave
a hard amber grave
where he might
be displayed
observed
like some
prehistoric insect
trapped in time
and place
wants children to dance for
and kiss you
flowers
showers
spring growth
a brighter green
wants more strength in the seam
than the fabric itself
has a tendency to rip apart
to peel off
to scratch away
wants the glue to never dissolve
wants everything to assist
and accommodate you
currency to spend itself on you
duck fat
silk
and gold
wants vitamins and minerals
to nourish you
along with television
sex
and drugs
wants the mirror to wink back at you
smile blush
feel giddy around you
wants sensual feelings to pulse through you
your electric skin
to stand hairs on end
wants young lovers to astound you
surround you with wit and
clever narcissism
running away from home
and two dollar solipsism
wants a fine selection
of meats
to be hung
in your smokehouse
wants to delouse your body
with the hungry tongues
of mute lovers
who know only
your pleasure
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