Chateaux

I fight the dogs that bite my chest the barrel hot in my hands the leather cinched the bolt shinning like a dull blade this is love falling this is lust like a shell we float in the free range light of deep loss and I stroke the fine haired flesh of your arm my fingers finding your small hand the night gaurd is driving hitting cracks in the streets and the birch is sighing in the breeze we are chariots of darkness roaming our wheels throwing fire let me quench this taste with your sweet savour your forever wilds on my untamed lips

and where others have turned you have come forward more real then real my poems are becoming this love this realness