Crickets
annoy her a lot,
Or just as
much as the other person.
Her mind a
ruffle, an ostrich’s back
When its
head is buried in the cold sand.
Can you tell
me a story?
Adam and Eve
were smoking
With the
birds and the snakes
When nudity
was not embarrassing or perverted.
Isomorphic
tentacles come back around
So pay
attention you must act
Before you
can say I’m sorry.
Organic
horrible smells green
A stream of
paradise is never upside down
But still
lifts the maple glaze from the color of her eyes.
It is no
surprise we head for demise
When the
solar winds etch your skin to wrinkles
When the
canal of your youth is halfway there.
You continue
swimming
Butterfly or
backstrokes breaststrokes
You won’t
have a stroke
Don’t you
worry, keep on swimming
Into water
you shall return
Drip drop
drippity drop
Until your
knees fail to carry you through
Rather bleak
won’t you say?
What you
want is what I want too
An integral
space
For dreams
& random dots
For drifting
in love
When no one
is watching.
As deep as
my breath
Her
eyelashes stretch in electric cables dispatch
Possessive
currents of temptation
Singing
lusty lyrics
To his
breathing skeleton.
8.8.2019
