Blue Balls

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I have slept with lovers in the wilderness of the Yosemite forests.

Trekked paths in my bare skin through Zions dusk skies.

I have sucked cock through the desert night in Joshua tree.

Yet I have never seen more stars out then tonight with you.

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Yes,

I have known you closely,

But just because you’re around,

Does not mean I’m not lonely.

I am mostly horny.

I like to be near you,

I like it when you hold me.

Whisper in my ear,

Then tell me you want me.

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I wrote this piece when I was struggling to be seen and heard. I hope it moves you. Thank you for reading.

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To you,

I have banished again,

Into the depths of a desert.

That place we call home

Is now gone because you’re alone

And I still haven’t found a cure.

There’s a cloud raining over us,

It’s darker than most

And you and I don’t seem

To be able to hold on anymore.

Well I won’t ever let that happen.

Depression is black like these clouds,

And this sand is cold and brown,

I am barefooted, you are my home

And I promise to never let you down.

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Interior:

Somewhere at a Northern California Beach where it is cold and isolated.

I am alone and it is my birthday. I go into my bag and grab my phone to play music, I scroll for the right song, it’s No Woman, by Whitney.

I glance at the water. I start to think about you and a tear falls down my cheek.

What were we thinking?

I start to write in my journal beside me.

What went wrong?

I close it, and see a person far off in the distance.

It is a man and he is also alone.

I romanticize the thought of that man being you.

As he gets closer, I see a stranger, I see reality.

The beach is fucking cold. Why did I come here?

- it reminds me of you.

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Beginnings

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A dirty song and a dance.

All of the sudden

I feel so trapped. 

I am a purist, 

looking to love. 

I give my heart, 

Is that enough? 

An old song and a dance 

The female body

Is just a mask. 

I am a good time if you ask

I am freak if you pass.

Your words mean nothing, 

When you lie, we crash.

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The Staples Singers in the late 50s (left to right) Pops, Cleotha, Mavis and Pervis. Photograph: Michael Ochs Archives/Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images

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Golden beginnings

What was once so rare became alive.

Does love lose its value, 

Or do I pay the price?

 I am struck with riches,

Blessings so wide,

Where shall I begin…

Ah, I remember the very first night.