"how does it feel?"
I asked him...
but there was no answer,
nor would there ever be

I felt no innocence
peering through her window that night
but I couldn't help it
she looked so beautiful
half naked in front of the mirror
with only a candle lighting the room

I had to stay quiet
waiting for her to fall asleep that night
but I didn't mind it
so use to my heartbeat racing
half naked lying across her bed
with only a candle lighting the room

Soft sand, the Orchid stands,
Or sits rather.
I miss her, the Orchid.
I miss her, the Peach.
I miss her, the Rebel.
I miss her, the Dream.

Soft like sand, I lay and draw lines.
Lines and lines.

One must lead to her.
Soft as the finest sand, Egyptian cotton.

Soft like skin. Soft like pedals.
Soft like love, I miss her.

Make a sausage out of me.
she screamed.

The color? I asked.
Yes. With all my colors.

Your nails pink
Hair gold
Eyes blue.

Skin?
Peel it.
She yelled.
It's torn
Tarnished.
Peel it
and make a sausage
In red.
She screamed.