When I dream of you this way
You are so badly with another
I can still feel his breathing
Inside these sheets.
I understand the pressure of his smell
Better then my own.
This is the moment when I am totally receptive,
Calm and unthinking under a shivering duress.
I was born for these moments,
Control all excess,
As if I were a skillful bird
Of prey... taking all I want,
yet returning for for more,
Having emptied my crooked beak
And claws. It feels good
To expand so fully, talon and wing, in the path
Of the full and faithless moon.
by Jim Carroll
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