

Fruit Saladi wander down the small of your backFruit Salad
by way of the shoulder blades; Do the sesame-seed drops bead down, or pass straight through to the floor where wine biscuit puddles be weary the reflection the drunken mane tossed for sake of feeling more than latent lather to cleanse the crotch of that stench of weeks in which the count does not exceed the singing fingers of a single soapy hand reaching deep and reaching hard to silence pursed lips upon a broken face because
primitive forms of communication
are often most effective)


We Say We Have A Soul...We say we have a soul (And its existence makes us whole) Because we can build fountains, temples, and thrones. Cannot the river shape the same from stones? We say because we feel, But don’t you feel That feelings are hardly real? - But because we think. You may, but I don’t, And the birds don’t,We Say We Have A Soul...
And the trees don’t, And the stars can’t possibly converse, &nbs


Balancethis is a poemBalance
for you, who has fallen asleep
making love to the showerhead.
this is a poem for you, who has wandered seeking the pale skin of a milky concubine only to awake
smelling
of cigarettes and beer surrounded by words unsure spoken.
this is for you, who has fallen
victim to the moisture that makes hair curly on rainy days in late july.
for you for you
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Moonlit RomanceMoonlit RomanceMoonlit Romance
Silence. A lazy, serene ambience floats Weightlessly. The night sky towers over us, Peppered with precious jewels. And the Moon: The Moon with her soft, peaceful radiance, And her smile. She watches over us tonight.
Promise. You take my hand in yours, Breathing gently against my cheek. A warm stirring within; Trust Love Eternity. Don’t let me go.
Whisper. A melodi
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