Designed for bouncy, now the appendage
Jets the glance downward.

I'm detecting the sullen art of your railway
scrubbing the skin off my organs, pleasing them
with your moody song, those glittering eyes
hiding what you'd do behind closed doors
Drop my hat reduced
for your pardon, I beg.

She had no idea I watched from the sidelines
she squirmed in her lavender *******
and discreetly rode that wetness (right in front of you)
standing in the swaying crowd.

Dalliance of the holy upstairs (to drive you mad)
clues between the lines
dreams between your legs.

I got a crazy thought. You'd like.
Do you wanna bounce with me
between the lines?

Elusive like butterflies in mad seasons of your forgetfulness
and as hard to claim, like piano notes
coming out awry.

I punch down but then, it's me who's the forgetter
that gravity is a friend, like you
and the ground will bed me down one day.

They tell me to avoid the counter-intuitive
and that twins and triplets hide the sharps
maybe, once a lifetime ago, we remembered.

Some years now, it's been
strange that we still long
for that.

You say you drag me into your private moments
those sessions
in the morning, I don't know what to say.

What to do when castles crumble & walls tumble?
Do the princes and kings build again
or creep to hovels?

Hilltops grow shallow and heads enfeebled
a tiny break when that unwelcome pulse
collides with things forbade.

Quiet morning in reading, a silent house
light avocado curtains lift, fresh breeze
disciple in hot hiding, press a rolling orange.

Dates close and birth on the cusp
Who cracked the twenty tails? Poor sods.
Two calls and the heart lurches, all older now.

Laughter breaks like waves over the rocks
so wonderful to have them here again
It's really been so long, yes
and feels like a delightful festival
in the former dream of seven parcels.

Bring me your marks and let the red slide down
it's time to unwind, I don't how when
we will be free again
to crack a joke and share a tale or two
At worst, we still miss the lost ones. We bless them.

Petals blossom quiet
Like you can't unsee.

Wide open, some beautiful secrets
flow honey, you've been there.

Thinking of those sweet times
Such a big moon inside.

Every moment, a dream, a graphic scene
of things I'd do with you...........

It comes down in winter, a late storm
eons away from summer
spring and there's no flowers
and leaves fall.

Patches somehow obscured
and cloaked anew
chlorosis brings new death.

Such fun when daggers run steep
like forgotten hills where we used to frolic
as children, fear never played
how unsuccessful when so formal.

Rider called in, rider to run free
over to mad islands
when no papers stick like glue
to bureaucrap.

Right over here, donkey
tuck your tail, and give your print
work till your fingers curve
no more.

Think we ought to split the sunset
but leave some diamonds behind
never know what a soul may need.