Every Dark Desire - the poem.

  Last month at my book release party in Tampa, a couple of fab queer spoken word artists created original poems about my work. Their enthusiasm for my work and their desire to write something original for the party carried me on a tide of happiness all night. This tasty bite is from  Adrien Julious .  Every Dark Desire - a poem by Adrien Julious. This is homeThis sand that has shifted time and space under my toesUnder my back I want to lay hereJoining home with love until it is all the sameLooking upWatching the moon and the sun play double dutch with the skyUntil I feel the tide lapping at my feetAs my lover brings me to the throes of passionIn this moment I forget that it is she who has denied me this glimpse,this smell, this feel of my homeWho turned me into a beast so that mango and cassava no longer quenchmy thirst like the blood of a young manWho stole me away from my ancestorsShe was busy writing my present with palms and fangsWhile I alternated between pain and pleasureMentally and physicallyInternally and externally As lightning bolted into my pussyAnd blood from my brain rushed towards my clitI could only think of all the losses I'd suffered because of this beastAnd all the gainsLifeForeverBut is everlasting life and carnal fucking worth my daughter and my familyThese thoughts tossed backwards and forwards in my headAs Silvija fucked me harder, faster, and deeperPushing free thoughts out of my mind and every dark desire into wheremy soul used to beI didn't know if I still had a soulIf it had been replaced years ago in that hotel room orIf I had been replacing it with bits and pieces of the humans I hadstolen life juice fromAnd in this moment as Silvija grips my hips with her handsBlazing fire into the pit of my bellyAs my body plays rocking horse moving frantically across the sandAnd I begin to cumHowling at the moon of my ancestorsI think of how I will ravage her pussy with my tongueAnd every dark desire is all that matters.