les lamentations d'un Valentine intention solitaire sur realsing amour-propre ...

LAMENTATION D’UNE SOLITAIRE VALENTINE

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LAMENTATATTION OF A SOLITARY VALENTINE

I'll be my valentine this year,

enamored of self-adoring grief,

resolved to imminent releif,

yes, I'll play boyfriend and beau,

kiss subtle passes into my ear,

craft imtimacies only I could know,

wear each handsome detail as a smile,

whilst entertaining o'er wine,

I'll be my own valentine,

receiving roses I have grown,

for valentines who’ve bled alone,

having solitude refined,

to a vacant-heartiness defined,

by the patient-yearning of a soul,

courting its ego in the patent-gleam,

of a mirror-kissed absence-stream,

spilling into a consciousness so very near,

to a kind-of happy place I couldn’t fear,

if only because any love there  could have no thief,

as I’d be my valentine this year…

FIN

BIGDADDY BLUES

Il ne ya aucune limite à la célébration de l'amour ... il englobe une, deux, trois, l'infini ...

MÉNAGE À TROIS AVEC HOMMES NOIRS

three pairs of lips pour a blended taste,

shift off-focus from on-centered landscapes,

liquefied strokes of lacquered-love,

amplify an abstract, sensory-mapping game,

scented tincturements of exuded urge,

fashion meandering bouquets of transversal musks

spoken into handsome recesses of ambient skin,

applied with a pleasure-breathed technique,

trois hommes se replient en une seule âme,

absorber virilité de l'autre par l'amour héroïque,

adorer la puissance de leur convoitise,

comme un fleuve gonflement delà de ses frontières ...

three men fold into a single soul,            

absorb each other’s manhood through heroic love,

worship the power of their lust,

as a river swelling beyond its shores…

BIGDADDY BLUES

WHEN AN AFFAIR TURNS INTO LOVE

UNFORESEEN…

never before had your hands,

touched beneath my skin,

nor had I become clothed of you,

and we had never  realized a journey,

bolder than we could sustain,

so we paused the moment and its promise,

until we could quantify the meaning,

it might contain,

this time,

we were not prepared,

and what had happened might have been,

misrepresented by lust,

our kisses portended another dance,

amidst the height of unbridled passion,

where the ominipressing matter,

would be carefully discussed…

BIGDADDY BLUES