A Poem by Joshua Stelling
Sex is not a demon
Says the man with the horns
I look in his eyes and see
Mine
Your body is my temple
He says with my dick
In his hands
In the orgasm of
Celestial impertinence
We spiral out like galaxies
From the beginning to the end
Stretching our toes as if to express
Endlessness
To let out the feeling
Of a tongue on teeth
To breathe in you
Breathing in me
To give to you
What you give to me
Sex is not a whisper
But a drink of wine
You are internal
Eternally
Get into me
The beast is not a burden
From one to the next
We go on with our
Hate
Release me
Your body is my temple
Says the man with my stigmata
In his hands
I was born a cosmic child
I was born to give you love
I feel his hands and they are
Mine
Genex of Halcyon – Soft Touch Paperback
In Genex of Halcyon, Stelling brings us a vision of psychic computers and genetic freaks, competitive laser sports and a love triangle stronger than death itself. In the throes of a changing climate, in the afterglow of the rise of the machines, strange computers run the unified world, and nothing is forbidden. As Harmony and Azad find their way, amid the flood of urbanites and misfits, shoul…
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