Baby with your skin so soft, grainy memories trace you from point to point. you must think me naive falling into familiar holes I’ve got no vines to help out movie-style - I’ve leapt into your quicksand love.

Her kiss left me breathless Wanting more I come back, again and again She, like an insatiable whore Deepening herself further and further Ingraining her fluid in my being. Her kiss made the stars brighten - a cliché, but true. That night I became a poet again - Only our lips touched But our minds fucked And our senses flowed. ...

Together we stand across the hallway My heel casually twisting the carpeting beneath me. We are going down - the elevator air is thick… Two other people in here are insignificant. You are beautiful and I cannot meet your eyes. You are tired So am I. Let me lie under you while you make amends I’ve missed u and have much to lose. But seriously, You made the stars come out at night.

They said she had a heart attack I think the creatures coming back And I am fine, coz all my love’s electrifying And I come feel like assessable Wanna be with you And it’s my premonition I better give my heart a listen And my preacher say… All of your demons will wither away Ecstasy comes and they cannot stay ...

I am a record – smooth to the untrained eye But groovy, endless loops hidden. Your arm will scratch, the music skips… and loop upon loop a distant voice will sing soothingly, take me…take me…take me…

You’re the only one I ever loved and then a goodbye. I fell for words and wonder now, if those words, were just words or otherwise. Hating the doubt like Sister Beauvier- torn between uncertainty love lost wishing a reality justifications whys ifs and hows and the soul tearing doubt. ...

Like ethanol running in bloodstreams Like nicotine fucking up perceptions, Too many cupcakes In the cupcake shop. Pretty to look at, but I’d like to lick the icing please.

My friend has great dress sense Gets drunk on wine uses an accent totters in the highest of heels cleavage is key bumps her long silky hair winks at the boys always the tease We watch, almost mesmerized We wonder, what it means to be her.

A queer stillness unlike the beaches I know unseen crows flap black wings create the only stir in the dead air. I build sand-castles I build sand-castles in the sand the sand is wet and rough to touch, I build towers to keep things un-stolen, I build walls and chafe smoothness. I build a moat to keep the crocodiles in. ...

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