Author’s Prayer

by Ilya Kaminsky

If I speak for the dead, I must leave
this animal of my body,

I must write the same poem over and over,
for an empty page is the white flag of their surrender.

If I speak for them, I must walk on the edge
of myself, I must live as a blind man

who runs through rooms without
touching the furniture.

Yes, I live. I can cross the streets asking “What year is it?”
I can dance in my sleep and laugh

in front of the mirror.
Even sleep is a prayer, Lord,

I will praise your madness, and
in a language not mine, speak

of music that wakes us, music
in which we move. For whatever I say

is a kind of petition, and the darkest
days must I praise.

“Author’s Prayer” from Dancing in Odessa.

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I must have more of this poetry.
I must.
I must and I will

She made broken look beautiful
and strong look invincible.
She walked with the Universe
on her shoulders and made it
look like a pair of wings.

      Ariana Dancu

… I received this email:

A quick note

You own my cock, and I have male desires.

My cock is NOT my master. You ARE my mistress.

I am yours because I want to be and because you are gracious enough to accept me. Nothing is more important to me than my place with you. MY place, not my cock’s place.

When we haven’t talked for days, I miss you more than I am horny.

Every time. Every single time.

Horny cocks happen, but you have chosen me and I have chosen to be yours. I care more about Angela than about arousal.

I do belong to you. All of me, not just my libido, but all of me is yours. And I belong to all of you, not just the kinky artist part.

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Mistress is happy.

Not really official feedback from a call. But a lovely complement via Direct Message from a special guy, whose opinion means a lot to me:

I just really admire everything that is YOU.

The way you stick up for others, the way you always encourage, the way you don’t take any shit, the way you appreciate life’s small pleasures (that’s not a pun about me), the way you write.

Just generally the way you choose to walk through this life. At least the part I am fortunate enough to be privy too.

Thank you, Mr. C. You made my day, week, month, year. These kisses are only for you: