poetry of jesse wiles

i should never die

supposing i should never die or that this too too solid flesh and so forth might not be what i have supposed or that somehow the eloquent lyrical music of mental words that play in this space should never cease or that the deeply erotic and affectionate and supple and effortlessly tender ease of this waking dream played on endless and free without barrier or restriction or that the stentorian conqueror thought which rules all others should only ever play its sultry seductive muse against the barren desolate lonely cliffy coast of instantaneous change alteration regret hopelessness and spinning sideways dryer machine window of futility

there is nothing at all to live for says the sage lover this unending moment but to cleave desperately to the clear light breast of your perfect shape my adamantine protectress thought whose goddess form tantalizes stimulates the sleeping doldrum equatorial malaise spinning useless toil and sleep and fear and pain and shaky handed necessity and compulsion into the silky threaded cloak of immortality

in the pillowy soft seductress reverberating waves of your silent voice beckoning i lay naked in ecstasy enthralled in the dripping honey sweetness cistern of infinite compassion empathy and recognition recipient of every perfectly customized arousal to stay still quiet ensconced and riveted to the fluctuating rhythm of breath reflected in the wind against putrid and decaying skin bubbling from over-exposure to the sun hot heat missing missed purpose

and though i swerve in chaos marking the beginning-less perceptive moments which careen without hope like ice road truckers lost in fatal doom spins across icy depths you alone are the pavilion of solace empress thought of all thoughts madam president goddess of every time

oh for oh who is there like you to squelch the fires of hell to blunt the samurai sword thrust insatiable need to veto the poison sedative blank-faced monster's lying calling card claw law which reads i have decreed you must surely die so get what you can while you can

i am but a youth a babe in nearly every possible sense a vassal a slave an energy producer for machines but for this recognition your eminence that you alone hold in your perfect diamond lap the dish with the nectar of the deathless

and when you come to me sweetest lover of all lovers it sounds something like let me be the one to take the loss great is your reward in heaven if your neighbor takes your shirt offer him your coat also great is your reward in heaven let me be the one to take the loss love your enemy do good to the one who hates you great is your reward in heaven let me be the one to take the loss repay insult with blessing repay evil with more blessing great is your reward in heaven let me be the one to take the loss if one compels you to move all their possessions for a mile volunteer to move them whither great is your reward in heaven let me be the one to take the loss

and in this way sweet lover of every time even if there is no reward in heaven i make love to you i prostrate at your perfect feet i bare my body at your beckon because you are simply the only object in the universe which is correct

i should never die and though i may in this next moment

© 2026 jesse wiles