Natural vibrations buzz through my
Skin. I feel your spirit coming into the
Room. This womb holds many memories
Waiting to be born. Hold tightly to your
Slightest dreams. Only you need believe.
Freedom
Closing my eyes, I can feel the beat.
The rhythm pulses through my body.
I feel my weight pushing
Through my feet and onto the floor.
The evening captures my spirit.
I am spellbound, enchanted with
Freedom, my lost love of yesterday.
Touching
Touching, so gentle it scares me. Hands
Entwined, lips kissing. Quietude
Surrounds us. Inside, our souls purr like
A kitten. Laughing–giggling, even. You
Disarm me with your loving manner.
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.
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.
Clover
Coast live biopsy crew Bayer couch often
Review manure maple ladder entangle
Bib leverage edible eaten caustic clover
Beach mental alienated stop bow table
Near cable tout tipsy every balanced it
Dove
Mountain iceberg trail cabin woods bear
Wolves hawk eagle badger beaver fish
Squirrel possum blue jay cardinal dove
Deer moose elk lion panther tiger twist
Veer baboon armadillo hog raccoons id
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.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 