A Matter of Midnight
A hymn of him and I
Impel me as I trip onto my stripped stride, Hands strumming my strings in symbiosis Extempore encompassed heat warms us, So press Liminal lips to mine, mouthing laconic lyrics | Tell | Me | You | Love | Me | In | Tempo | Back arched, tilt-chin inclined, ineffable This is (is this) affirmation? My muse, bespoken boy, indomitable man (!) Melodious limelight lambent, SpOtLiGhTiNg Us As Our Hypnotic gazes in crazed cantatas, compel Swings, brush steps of truth in lamentation Moonlight peeks through pillowy sky brush Even this glowing orb has arrived To beam in ethereal euphonies toward our Consecrated ground Gray shadows oscillate serenading six senses Octaves of adulation, aesthete angles of your Hauntingly angular face Yearning for inflexible ferity in vex vErTiGo Whispering wistful hymns, nuzzling lobes T I M E TICKS, cadenced clockwork in our sable hour I reach beyond your sinewy shape to rewind A forever nocturne space Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Don’t speak, just listen (?) You’ll always rewrite our rhapsodic rhythm.
© Edward Swafford 2025
"I reach beyond your sinewy shape to rewind
A forever nocturne space"
So many powerful lines it was near impossible to pick, but this one stood out. You are unmatched, Ser Edward. Your rhythm, cadence, linguistic talent, sex appeal - the full package.
Such lush offerings:
- Aesthete angles of the bespoken (I initially read it as 'bespoke boy', which seemed equally apropos) boy's angular face (Care to share his jaw-sculpting instruments & routine?).
- Pillowy sky brush (I love this conceit - the corporeal takes on cosmic proportions).
- Sable hour (Animalized & primal but contiguous to civilization, to ameliorated rhapsodies).
I think you ought to have congress with these two men: Richie Hofmann ('A Hundred Lovers' - poetry collection) and Daniel Mendelsohn ('The Elusive Embrace: Desire and the Riddle of Identity' - part auto-ethnography, part academic disquisition). Enjoy!