A Thief of Nature

A moon caught in your throat
Little bells ringing out
Solus sanctus
Enthralled to stillness.
There are many ways you pretend
To be still, and still you move
Shivers chasing my tongue
Fingers breaking the secret
Supplicating eternal upon my skin
New legs brushing the voice of history into prayer.
What wholeness!
Tongue wrapped around your man poem
Recital that understands perfection.
I steal those tones.
In my hand – our lives
Those moments of natures expansive intimacy –
Those moments never last.

Sunrise

O! Morning glory; sunrise.

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The scent of you; lingering still
Where it penetrated me,
Lodging into my braided ribs
Ropes, stretching around your embered embrace
Collecting silence
As we enter each other,
Everything remaining still,
Stained,
Each breath birthing an incandescent sun
Graciously ascending.

(c) A Hannan

Away with Words

Shattering your night with wine soaked wings

My eye, a lone star ceiling a funeral, one

Beautiful unended union of arms

Falling into arms, falling to implore us

To where lust shredded, lingers.

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I speak of union. What does this mean?

Imagine your rose falling into my arms,

Those arms falling to your Beloved,

Laughter’s treasure caressing no end.

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O! How I wish I could exile my tongue, merely taking you home.

(c) A Hannan