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I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

The cataract bleed of morning streamed into the blur of crooked life. It’s the viscious haven for a thief that long ago replaced lock picks with words, dexterity with eloquence. What’s of value is the soft kiss, the moan, the candlelight flicker on the anguished face of ecstasy. Her dream under his plying effort, the […]

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This loss of breath, It’s wrong by design. A same shallow escape; A withdrawal into night As if the stars had hands That clutched at need, desire, worth. In that moment, she looked tired but fulfilled, Yet truth hung obvious to her As a coat on a rack Snow-flight drying By a closed front door […]

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Let’s turn you over and see how you move. Let’s bind the walls with sweat and guide the length of this effort into trust’s soft worry; where hands clasp at wrists and stretch fingers with delightful apprehension. Kneaded flesh under patient measure, a leather cuff threatening raw burn elation. Unaware, you’ll wait. A tickle and […]

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Begging isn’t for the sun. It moves like you, in perfect patterns and without stray focus. Indifferent to choice or chance. And you are brighter still, but I am the swallowing black of night and a stab to the core of land. Oceans will churn under your Heaven flight, in your wake are days where […]

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It was gleeful,  This delight. The hand finding wet, The body curling under  Each hot kiss And confident breath Bred from decades of waiting. She sung high quiet Into a pillow stained with lipstick And the smear of mascara. The moans of approaching release A chorus of measured patience eroding As cliff ledges falling To […]

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He didn’t arrive in the dark, but he brought shadow with him. It was in the history of his anatomy, the errant way his blood coated his brain with the most brazen of intentions. To fuck. To pleasure. To eat. To self-protect. To lord over a kingdom of his design without compromise. To fight and […]

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The only way this is more magical is if it were lightning. If it struck and throttled the body with the stun and burn of electric thrill. If it grounded and blasted the unaware into precognition. Defying the debasement of hope and chasing darkness with millisecond illumination that bent reflection. Were we in the exposed […]

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So you’ll see one day A light faded A body weakened  Under the frailty of half truths uttered And fear that coursed through veins More than blood. Maybe you’ll forgive  Or pity the collapsed shell of him. Or maybe there’ll be a reckoning  With tears loosed from eyes Collecting in tidal pools Where the moon […]

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With the flair and fault of my hours, I can’t discount the horror wrought. I twisted every word into sin and colored the brightest good into shame. I am smoke. Charnel leavings splayed in the open sky and left to brilliantly dissipate as if I’d never mattered to the flame I leave behind; that no […]

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The cloud canvas explodes with nature’s lust and a huger unsated despite the arrogant swell of her bosom. She’ll tantalize. She’ll uncross her legs and pull longing as if it were a stray thread leading to the unraveled folly of gravity’s earnest hold. Falling into the sky, there’s a sense that Heaven awaits somewhere past […]

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