today i made love to a gorgeously golden woman high above the ground.
she gave me great warmth and her foreplay made me smile.
sweet and hot like cinnamon-sugar.
a chocolate covered chili pepper melting all over my skin.
somewhere coal shoveled into an engine burns the same color she releases with her essence.
almost like a dragon, her breath scares me and protects me both,
but fails not to wrap around me the aftermath of billowing smoke.

bits of stardust,
   that's all we really are.
oxygen,
   carbon,
hydrogen.

   at the surface of it all,
a velvety overcoat.
   bacteria inhabiting every inch of us.
600 particles of skin flake off each hour.
   you cant be all dead.

dig below the surface.
   45 miles worth of nerves.
hands,
   feet,
tongue,
   and lips.

ninety eight point six degrees Fahrenheit.
   on some level, we all inhabit the same skin.

what we do on autopilot.
   oblivious to the staggering task we leave
to two gelatinous orbs.
   spot and track what we desire.
hungry harvesters of light.

   hear and balance,
where we are in space.
   orienting brain in three dimensions.
up-down,
   left-right,
forward-backward.

   we wouldn't last
more than a few minutes
   without breathing.
ingenious multi-taskers.

   heart runs the show.
it's the boss,
   with the brain coming in at a close second.

and a highly coordinated series of f
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Anger is such an ugly shade on you
the brightness of it's redness
it's burning, hot warning is hideous
Envy is such an ugly shade on you
the murky green, like suffocating algae
and it's dingy, jealous frown is disgusting
Sadness is such an ugly shade on you
Or not ugly but pathetic.
With it's dreary, gray blueness
and the color of your tears
They make me want to slap you
Gold is the color you should go with.
Spirit is gold, a heart of gold,
the golden gates of heaven
and your shiny golden teeth
whenever you smile.
Wear it often.

Stripping down the heavy clothing worn by words,
we all stand naked in our misconception.
Ashamed of the nothing we wear in voices and faces,
covering with our hands the things we're most
embarrassed about showing, even to the ones love.
Underneath a cloak of conversation
we hide the truths that we can't share.
There are not enough words to explain what we feel
when we stand in front of a mirror looking at every
square inch of our own bodies.
And there is not enough clothing to silence the screams
of every atom in our skin when we speak to each other.

The moments right after I cease to sleep,
are filled with thoughts of you.
Awaking in a morning haze,
when not much else makes sense yet.
The first imagine I can recall,
is a hopeful one of you beside me.
As I lay soaking in the new day,
I realize you aren't there.
That as much I'd like to greet today,
by stroking your hair out of your face,
I'm short-changed by the inconvenient truth.
Somewhere in a place far away,
too hard for me to reach,
is the girl of my dreams,
lingering in the clouds,
of every morning after I sleep.

Heathen!
You breath in
sin!
You blow out the walls.
Heathen!
Knowing life
is a free thing.
You never paid
the ferryman -
back you came.
Half dead heathen
barely breathin'.
Stuck in the limbo
between life and death.

I don't just want to sleep with you.
I have undefined feelings for you,
which span past that.
Now I'm getting worried.
Back in your cage, heart,
this isn't safe ground.
You could stop talking to me tomorrow,
and I wouldn't even know
what to do with myself.
If I never spoke to you again,
it would cause me much sorrow.
What is this I'm doing?
A person doesn't try to keep
something they cant even see.
Enough nonsense, mind,
this isn't the time.