staccato pulsating rhythms envelop my soul and mind
i envision your body exposed lying vulnerably next to mine
the allure of orgasmic intoxication amplifies every gesture
i contemplate what we might become and what a presence i lie next to
sex is our most primitive currency—sex work our oldest occupation
i struggle to contain my carnal intensity—i struggle to achieve my fullest incarnation
sensuous salvos fire like strobe lights—penetrating a hot and crowded dance floor
i struggle to expand my type—to appreciate beauty wherever i find her
the body and mind are a dialectical whole—carnal and cerebral at the same time
i dream of noble purpose—aspiring to find divinity at the scene of the crime
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2017
