Desert Dweller

I want to invade deeper

than where cock meets cervix.

Like the soldier’s sword,

I want to touch your beating, bleeding heart.

I need to invade the deepest vaults

in the darkest rooms

of the corridors of your mind.

Like the nightingale’s song,

I wish to uplift your sacred psyche.

Like the witch’s glare, I want to penetrate

your unarmed soul.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico

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