A Cosmopolitan Fable:
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Guggenheim (Upper East Side)
Kandinksy called to me from 5th Avenue Graceful Ascent with its cheerful lines and soft colors Capricious Forms melding into one another; creeping closer Several Circles juxtaposing darkness with spherical brightness Every work exhibiting cyclic shapes in perpetual motion Mirroring the halls and walkways themselves A ceaseless corkscrew through space, time, and composition And I begin to feel gravity in my body Repetition welling up in the depth of me Your fingers; the paint brush Tracing wet lines on the canvas of my body Dizzying, tantalizing, exhilarating Each mounted masterpiece a climactic still shot of you Coaxing euphoric waves and primal cries from my mortal form The master of your craft |
I Then Come Undone:
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Sanguè Calabrese
What separates you from other men What distinguishes you from mere mortals What makes me crave the hunt While lusting for the kill Your sultry gaze Perched above your scorching smile Punctuated by curved lineations That suggest mischievous carnality Fueled by your fiery Calabrese bloodline For you are more than a man You are wholly immortal A deity; Calabria coursing through your veins And I, the parishioner Praying for a taste of your divinity |
Fotografia: Still Shots of Bodies in Rapture |
Vice
My sin My carnality My indecency My corruption My lust My perversion My evil My habit My addiction My depravity My lechery My vices My desire My secrets In the dark Only you |
In Flagrante Delicto: A Study on Insatiability |
Fire
Every time our bodies collide It’s like striking a match The sound of your mouth sucking my bee-stung lips Like the sound of the match head scraping the strike pad Anticipating the flush all over my body Beneath your body weight Digging into your flesh Wrapped around your muscular hips When the head of that match catches fire And I see beautiful amber fire in the hazel eyes above me |
Amaranthine: Undying, Immortal, Eternal
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Costellazione
In celebration of your presence All of the stars in the Calabrian sky align Sirius showers you with light Like rain from the gods; a gift to one of their own Moonlight bathes your bronze flesh The winds blow through your thick dark hair The seas rise over the reefs of Tropea Every nebular configuration bows down to you from the heavens Reggio is our arena The sky is our kingdom And I am your Cassiopeia |
Chimera: Articulation from the Dark Recesses |
Evening Worship
Enter me Through the doors Your journey commences From the narthex Down the long and hollow nave Only the sound of your breathing echoes Your body passes through Seeking safe haven At the mouth of the apse The viscosity of your essence Crawls through the marrow of my soul Praying on my altar Pleading for absolution In the chamber of my sacred heart |
The New York Stories:
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Unraveled
In the chaotic frenzy of bodies entwined, Hands reaching and coveting milky white skin, Tongues seeking out the warmth and softness of other mouths, Fucking with rabid intensity It was the pressure of your grip around my fingers And their kneading rhythm that completely Unraveled me |
