I go round and round you sometimes
scouting, blundering seeking a
way into the high boxwood maze
I penetrate ~
running lungs bursting toward
the fountain of red fire at the
heart of your being...
Sometimes your hands sift on me
milkweed's airy silk, wingtip's
feathery caresses
our lips grazing a drift of
desires gathering like fog
over warm water,
thickening to rain...
Sometimes we are children
making out
silly in the the comforter
tickling the xylophone spine
blowing wet jokes
loud as a whole slumber
party bouncing till the
bed breaks...
Sometimes we go to it
heartily
digging burrowing grunting
tossing up covers like loose
dirt ~ nosing into
the other's body with hot
nozzles and wallowing there...
Sometimes I think of you always
and want us to be that way
for sure ~ ForEver
(c) 2001 SOULOFASISTA
scouting, blundering seeking a
way into the high boxwood maze
I penetrate ~
running lungs bursting toward
the fountain of red fire at the
heart of your being...
Sometimes your hands sift on me
milkweed's airy silk, wingtip's
feathery caresses
our lips grazing a drift of
desires gathering like fog
over warm water,
thickening to rain...
Sometimes we are children
making out
silly in the the comforter
tickling the xylophone spine
blowing wet jokes
loud as a whole slumber
party bouncing till the
bed breaks...
Sometimes we go to it
heartily
digging burrowing grunting
tossing up covers like loose
dirt ~ nosing into
the other's body with hot
nozzles and wallowing there...
Sometimes I think of you always
and want us to be that way
for sure ~ ForEver
(c) 2001 SOULOFASISTA
