Kissing me
Is an event
That requires
Full bodied
Participation

Apartments are just giant cubicles

It's so hot even my shadow's sweating

She conquered her demons
And wore their wings
Like trophies

I'm not in my right mind
Or my left mind either
I'm spelunking in the chambers
Living in the vault

Some grow like flowers
Soft and unfolding
And others like weeds
Fast and defiant

I'm no flower

My stoic little boy
Sitting so composed
As tears slide gently off
The end of your nose

I love you just as much
As you show that you love me
I feel that big love hug
Hold me as you leave

I'm eager to the hear stories
Of all the fun and charm
And once again enfold you
In the safety of my arms

Adventures can be scary
Starting can be too
Any new beginning's
A different point of view

Now it's time to flex your brave
And let it all begin
Chase the dreams your heart craves
And meet them with a grin

I'm not short
I'm just far away

Everything is nothing
And yet all the same
Oh the way time plays
It’s silly little games

In the river of life
I’m not sand
I do not settle
I’m the current
Forever flowing

Scattered, smothered, and covered
Like a vulture, hovered
My carrion corpse
Beat like a dead horse
My insides now discovered

I have this question, a simple query
Perhaps I’ll see things a bit more clearly
But why oh why such a big belt buckle
Is it simply to get a chuckle?
Does it double as a dinner plate
‘Round the campfire when you’re up late?
Does it shield you from Iroquois?
Tell me, tell me, please cowboy
Perhaps a chastity belt detector?
Or maybe even an S.O.S reflector?
Does it help you sit up straight?
Or is it to attract a mate?
A mirror for when you shave?
A shiny headstone for your grave?
I really don’t mean to annoy but
Tell me, tell me, please cowboy
.

Sometimes
I cry because
I hate myself for
Needing and wanting love
Because I feel like I don't deserve it
Like I'm not a real flower,
Just masquerading paper
Folded where I'm told
Into something
That is just an imitation
Collecting dust and yellowing

She’s not a princess or a fairy
Neither is she a witch
In the sea she is a siren
In the forest she’s a nymph
Among a piece of garment
She’s the silken stitch
Connecting sides together
She’s the arching bridge
When it comes to sleight-of-hand
She’s the magicians trick
No matter the form she may choose
You’ll do anything but *****
For she is most often known
As a muse or primordial goddess

Flecks and specks
Round subjects
Everywhere dappled
Cheeks and peaks
Kissy techniques
Lavishly traveled
Everywhere splayed
Sun grappled bedazzled

Sometimes
I feel like those milliseconds
Before a hanging death
Where you stop struggling
But aren’t dead yet either
The frantic clawing
Burning fight for life
No longer visible on the body
But inside still raging.
Locked in a torture
That looks serenely peaceful
Sometimes
Its like my emotions are
Suspended
In that choke of death
On the brink of a black hole
Where it crushes you
In the timelessness
Of forever
Like universal roadkill

Money will never satisfy me
As much as cultural expansion

The sky fills with pink as the last yellow blinks beyond the horizon.
The sounds of children getting in the last frenzied half hour of it-tag and hide and seek trail through the air as little eddies of laughter and secrets.
The birds full throatily serenading the last vestiges of sunlight and the hum of the crickets growing clear as sunsets final stretch relaxes.
And the breeze.... oh the breeze! It comforts like a mothers hands. It is just a touch cooler than the overall temperature and it is blowing like a playful lover.
I stopped mid stride and stood for 15 minutes just listening to the music of twilight and feeling the caress of it all across my entire being.
7:41 pm on a summer night, I succumbed

Your hands upon my hips
My sway felt in your grip
My name upon your lips
Give me more

Your lips upon my skin
The world begins to spin
Dripping on your chin
Give me more

Your eyes holding mine
Desires out to dine
Arching of my spine
Give me more

A clue
Is a cue
For you
To view
Something new

He has a con mans likability
A cunning sly agility
Disguised as civility
With an ego of nobility
He has a con mans likability
A shallow loud tranquility
Illusioned vulnerability
To hide his own futility

Choose your own adventure
Make your own imprint
To some I am a warning
To others I’m a hint

I am an innuendo
An oblique shaded tint
I’m exactly the kind of thing
That makes you bite your lip

I am constant happening
Susurrations in the breeze
Prodding notions raw emotions
To see what you believe

I am chance. Care to take one?
Do you like the odds?
I’m a clue. Care to buy one?
To pull back my facade

I’m a coin. Care to flip me?
Is it heads or is it tails?
I am choice. Care to make one?
Which of these two trails?

A wink, a tinge, felt on the fringe
Like cobwebs in the woods
I’m an omen still unchosen
Am I bad or am I good?

There’s a set of footprints following me
Over the hills and under the trees
Everywhere I turn they’re right behind
I’m pretty **** sure I’m loosing my mind
No matter my speed. No matter my gait
Keeping right up like my heart rate
I make a hard left and then a soft right
And still they persist, no peace in sight
I lower my gaze down to the street
And what do I find? The prints match MY feet

After the rain when the weathers just right
You might get to behold a wondrous sight
Little round orbs of swirly WOW! color
Across a surface so thin none do discover
Except magical creatures like me and you
In just the right light, just the right view
Bubbles emerging, delicate alllure
Vividly bright soft magic coture
They start as dew drops all itty-bitty
Expanding out all big and pretty
When growing is done they lift off the ground
And float on up with a delicate bound
I danced and I laughed tip-toeing along
Finally finding the place I belong

A fifth above
A fourth below
Dreamlike state
In the know

Voices dancing
Repetition
Different pitches
Composition

Starting with pointed toe
Taking time, going slow
Over supple calves all flexed
Coyly bending, waist reflexed
Keep on going, rising high
Inclining next to the thigh
Now it’s time to clip them in
Gently rubbing upon the skin
Seam all straight, let’s begin

She devours the night
To starve the stars
Of the beauty the darkness shows

She hunts the shadows
Of slanted light
To keep as her mementos

People and places
Whispers and traces
Pages torn from books

Magic she seeks
Magic she finds
Missing no crannies or nooks

The ***** bird hums
And sings a light tune
Declaring and sharing
The incoming June

The ***** bird hums
And sings a bright song
Whistling quite loudy
Her noted throng

The ***** bird hums
And sings her gay ditty
Making my heart
Go all a flitty

The ***** bird hums
And sings never more
As her bones are now piled
By my front door

I know you’ve heard tales
Of the Tattle-Tale bird
Whispering to others
All that he’s heard

He tells on your sisters
He tells on your brothers
He loves to tell all
Especially to mothers

With small shifty eyes
And a voice oh so quiet
He eagerly thrives
On starting a riot

No secrets to tell
Not when he’s near
For you can be sure
Your name he will smear

But if you can catch him
I’ll tell you right now
He tastes so much better
Than a fat grass fed cow

Cook him in the over
Or over a fire
‘Cause that’s what you do
WIth Tattle-Tale flyers

Oh how I love my little dead bird
Who sits so still for me
You may think that it’s a tad bit absurd
But she sings the most faint melody
A whisper, a wheeze, dust on the breeze
That haunts like All Hallows’ Eve
Oh how I love my little dead bird
My dead little bird Louise

Oh how I love my little dead bird
Who stares so vacantly
Two eyes long gone but still has a third
Which she uses to watch over me
She looks and she sees whatever she please
And guides me along with ease
Oh how I love my little dead bird
My dead little bird Louise

I have this aching need to consume you
To wrap myself around you like a vine climbing lattice. Entwining.
I have this aching need to consume you
To let my eyes drink you in like a swig of whiskey swirled and rolled on the tongue. Savored.
I have this aching need to consume you
To become your personal space. A hairs breath apart. Enticing
I have this aching need to consume you
To let your voice tease my ears making my body stutter as it races down my spine like a lightning strike. Smoldering
I have this aching need to consume you

All men want is to witness a woman in full genuine pleasure. To hold lightning in their hands. Pure, raw energy.
Women, *** really is all about you. You aren’t there to please your man. If you really want to please him then please yourself. Rock those hips, undulate and grind. Whatever it is that gets you there do THAT! You are the divine feminine. Tap into that **** and be the conduit. It makes all the difference. You become a shooting star, rocketing to heights outside of visible distance into the ethers of all that is and skinny dip through that magic. Ladies it does not matter how you look. If you can genuinely enjoy the pleasure of yourself for yourself it’s spellbinding.
The men. They just want to hold on for the ride. They feel it through you. They consume it with their eyes in our every little movement. Their hands feel it through the rhythm of our stutters and spasms. Their ears hear it through our moans and uncontrollable purrs. Their ***** feel it as you make him your own private slip-n-slide. What are you waiting for? Bathe him in your surrender.

I am not a lost thing
and neither am I found.  
I am mostly the kind of thing
that goes up instead of down

A quirky little something
And yet nothing all the same
Wild and unfettered
A flame that can’t be tamed

A fish that flys up in the sky
A bird that swims the sea
I am the odd one
In the middle of the three

A tiny little something
Like a freckle or a spot
Upon a field so clean
Ignore me you can not

All it would take is a simple fingertip
Sliding along the top of your shoulder
Moving slowly towards your neck

Leaning in and whispering
“I want you. Take me” quietly by your ear,
The breath of those words
Radiating warmth upon your neck
Igniting your skin for me alone to stroke
That.... that is just a bonus

I’m drunk
Drunk as a skunk
In a black and white funk
A funk so aromatic
I spelunk in the trunk
On my way to my grave
Where I’ll land with a plunk
Funking away in the dirt still alert
People around
Above on the ground
Saying all the smart things
That they thought to have thunk
Like “remember that skunk in the trunk? How it stunk!
That little punk needed a deep cleaning dunk.”
And me? Well I just sunk
In my decomposed funk
Down in the ground not making a sound
As the worms ate my junk

Loving you is a lot like having my arms and legs restrained. Then stood on a block of ice with a noose around my neck just before sunrise.

Approaching crisis
Flee the enemy within
Let the games begin

A bitter pill to swallow
A pratfall and obstruction
In let down I do wallow
Daily worth reduction

What if’s are sifty
Grains of sand
Falling from
Beneath
You.
Creating
A pocket of
Terminal velocity
Below the mantle
On which you stand

Up is down and down is up
Then given a good spin
Like a giant tea cup

If i possessed no lips to kiss
Would I even be worth your time?
Would it alter what you miss
And change the paradigm?

A sly smiles signals the hunt
I expand and contract
Stretching readiness
Supple and sure
I take notice
Focused
I let the possibilities
Wash over me
Cheeks flush
Slow breaths
Suspended time
A spell of woven movements
Arching
I smile back
Are you willing to be my prey?

I get drunk on
Fingertips
Unfiltered lips
Come hither eyes
And silky ties

Everything I do,
I do with grace
Until I don’t
But I do recover
Quickwardly
(quick but awkwardly)

If you only knew
Just what I could do
Want to buy a clue?
Before I collect my due?

I’m only even when I’m odd
Dead center bullseye squad

I wish I knew a thing or two
Or even three or four
Of everything and nothing
Between less and more

If I possessed no vocal chords
Would my actions finally be seen?
Would it help move you towards
A new kind of cuisine?

If I possessed no lips to kiss
Would I even be worth your time?
Would it alter what you miss
And change the paradigm?

Together we slip
Folding space and time
A moment unzipped
Paradoxical paradigm
Made and unmade
Surging elapse
A ancient plan laid
Rebirth collapse

Time lies
Faithful, forever
By your side
Whispering linear
Left to right
Eyes forward
Blind sight