mr. naked beautiful signal

wake me with a kiss

sieve my blood

touch through guilt wires

tender me

a baby heart

no disguise

i’m plush under your will

a whisky fevered plaything

a shield without protection

pure ache


this by your tongue

i taste like chivalry in drag

night come now

to break me in

the sweat of mingled senses

remind me to shake off the glow


to trust

to save

to be

always with your light

a wicked pretty dementia

i’m so real this way

shed of my terrible skin

just shy of your heart.



10:45 pm

Christopher Vaughn


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