I mention all the negatives
When you're really quite the comedian
I cry from laughter all the time

And have I mentioned you're beautiful?
Because you're walking awe
You body inspires me all the time

And did I mention that sometimes
I sit alone and cry because I picture
Being without you, all the time.

You look better
When you're smiling
Doors of ivory hide unease

Your smile looks better
When your spiraling
Down down chutes of self appease

And I look better
When you're defiling
All the things that live to please.

My senses are extremity
The air is all I taste
It's gritty wise and patient
No inhale goes to waste

My senses are impeccable
My ears will leech the sound
Of a parking car
A healing scar
The growing in the ground

My senses overwhelm me
And touch is what remains
But we can touch eachother because
I know you feel the same.

I will be your listener and follower and friend
Let's brace this narrow slanting hope
Why can't we reach the end?

I will be a lover and a half of every choice
I'll be your biggest listener
When you have lost your voice

I will be allowing and aloof and so alone
Because your love,
Though fleeting,
Was the best I've ever known.

Sweet white meat between
My teeth

And between my teeth I let it run
Down my throat and over my tongue

Taste so rich
And smooth
And firm

My summer fruit
Just make me warm

Time is close the mind is right so
Take the pipe and
Watch it light
Opaque clouds will
Shroud the night
It coats the soul and minds take flight
Up up up
Kite kite kite

Some minds are there while
Here I sit
The wind is strong but the
Bowl is lit
I play my part as a passerby
It's just as fun to see them fly

But it's a fleeting sense of
Wrong and Right
When all they do is
Light light light.

It's riskier than you might think
To mention skin as being "pink"
To a girl that's tried to wash away
The hopeless thought of being gray

Orange is such a pleasant tone
On clothes and walls and college dorms
And lamps,
And fruit,
But coating the pigment of someone's arms?
That's okay,
It's not me they're trying to charm


But it's curious...
Why be afraid?
Of the Sun's
"Terrible",
"Damaging",
"Harmful" rays?
But if skin is preferred oily and white
It's not me who judges for a ghostly sight

But I
As a child of the Sun,
As is everyone,
I could run to and from
The beach
And never bleach
Or dye
A piece of me
Because I know it will reach every crease of me and kiss
My skin,
So warm with bliss
And let the embrace
Brush the plains of my face
And over my skin I let it graze
And leave just a taste of summer's glaze.