stayed in my mind.
A gentle curve
where pale grows pink
and seems to lose
a hint of depth,
like tiny pearls
surrounding, randomly,
admiring as it rises
to the changing breath
of what my soul desires,
so selfishly.A greed
passed down from Zeus
through clouds of time
and clinging tightly to
the shadow of a fragile tuft,
it swells with pride
and leaves on eager skin
the promise of
your lips,
and shades
of pheromones
from you.
became aware he had been dealta blow below his holy belt.For years he had -in secret- feltthat Chastity was just a belt.
Perhaps a satellite with all its trim,so I can reach you at, the slightest whim.There are those pityboys and jealous birdswho’d like to jeopardise those precious words.So, would you stick with me, stay very closeit is your specialty, Ear, Throat and Nose.
as shades of gray appear,blurs growing into blue,and it is really you.My darling when you writeI sleep and dream of much,like sailboats in the nightso close, they never touch.And did you hear the rain,each dropp a little drumto raise the spirits’ soul,asleep from too much rum.Hush now, my love and sighlet lanterns be your light,it…
you would blossom for medit je t’aime à mon coeur.Just today as a wokemon coeur s’est arrêtéand I thought that it brokeyet you came, Liberté,as we crossed the big riverin that small little tinnyI was stroking your liverand caressing your inny.Klingt das Echo, ein Eidlet the avalanche breakin the tide of the slidele fourchette, near…
And feed you through a yellow straweggnog (in which the eggs are raw) ,fruit juices are inferior sapsthe real stuff contains white caps,logistics though can’t be debateddue to an often overratedeffect on youngsters hanging outjust trust me, girl, (one trusts a kraut)I’d find a method which would buoy…which would be easy to employto satisfy all…
another year down the drain.My new toy, metallic blue, ABS,all the fruit, the salesman said,was ready and waiting insidethe warm garage, halogen eyes shut.Power everything,401 V-8,full time four wheel drive, a Jeep.Frigging holidays, always seem tofoul up the mood in this house,another storm coming tonight,and I don’t mean to talk about snow.Leave her to the…
