Release

Smooth skin belly button shin thigh high

Belief runs backwards. Two in one.

Conquered by temptations. Closing

Perception. Inebriated by fantasy. Raw

Footage runs circles in my head. Apple

Drawn cookie dawn old freedom release.

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Intimate Attractions

Attracted to your form, neglected in my

Mind. Your heart so much more

Important. Sexuality should be about

Two spirits that happen to have bodies.

Feelings come through despite our best

Defenses. Moods shift. Our bodies react.

Our brain does it’s own thing. Collapse.

Sprinkle

Home knee mock twist ain’t map topple

Bridge buckle languish tainted embellish

Rewind beneath order cardinal sprinkle

Noir meat every beat raucous mantle in

Proxy triple never theology freezing old

Lengthy

Walking in limelight. Calling to tether. Following tonight. Ranging all over. Closing a burp. Striving for lengthy ballistics. Couch time running clock heads. Believing in mustard space. Cackling among vegan apples. Battle.

A Tub

Jump to jingles jelly poured into a tub. Gelatin comes closely to entering the subway station on 34th Street. Salvation spews out of the volcano so swiftly that there’s no time to make a peanut butter and apple butter sandwich. Sometimes we are rushed and we can’t count our toes. Invaluable angles perceive obtuse circles in breathing calculators on planets too far to travel to. Linking lounge acts is my specialty when I’m not making freshly squeezed orange juice.

The Walrus

Skating across a razor blade to find you waiting for me on the other side. I was helpless until the little lamb stepped out of the bush and laid its head in my hands. Rocking chairs are not good for the atmosphere. They make everybody want to fall asleep. The plumbing in the haunted house was working fine until someone tried to flush a hand down the toilet. Play charades naked. It’s much more amusing. Can you see the walrus?

Well

Freezing rain splashed on my skin.

The creepy feeling of a fish’s fin.

The earth rumbles underneath my feet.

Will there come a day when I will be free?

Soothing coos from a mama bird

Fill my mind with all that I have heard

To keep me sane in this world gone to hell,

To salve my wounds and make me well.