if I LOVE // what be more
that I express — stumble tumble
my tears a leg // broken shoe
I should not beg the spot
that love what touched
the center of my yellow sun
so I love what never touched
that red blot center of your heart
and if I love // what be more?
:: 06-09-2014 ::
MY heavy silent voice
the lush lust flesh
a lost paradise
the war that tore
centuries of Nation
my beautiful one
I die(d) many times
and here I stand
firmly attesting love
and await you — love
forEVER through time
I ate my sanity save
my love which keeps me
— my heavy silent voice
:: 06-10-2014 ::
Wet kisses
tumble slippery streets
vexatious
intentions
And I beg big billboard signs
so I may know when you kiss
my intention is purely my own
I wish to lock-love those lips
across my tired wheel-well
hot summer streets swell them
as your lips cross my heart
:: 06-05-2014 ::
–sexy–. immortal age, fine skin, woman.
your vast fields held a single gate,
the heart you seek when in mortal fear,
deftly in soft romance. You come. To me,
so sweet and cute and take what is mine.
Through my golden gate of stability —
my apple on a table you bite and eat.
No sin. No gain. Only pain.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
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