Something which stimulates.
The Governmental Giveaway!
It's a free-for-all
Masticates into cancerous fraud,
United States for criminals.
Lady Luck is a thieving ****,
Uber suburbanites,
Stylish Vibrators.

Preacher teaches ire.
Parents reprimand and scold.
Small hands on fire.

Rain and loved ones' tears,
Black umbrellas encircling
Corpse in a coffin.

Their shuddering sobs,
Collapsing to genuflect:
Earthquakes of heartbreak.

Pet cemeteries,
Sunsets, lei upon the waves,
Float on to Elsewhere.

Boat engulfed in flames,
While on shore, drenched in sadness,
Slick black umbrellas.

A mosaic of broken colored glass
Repurposed in to a High Art
Against the brilliance of the sun
Stained glass skeins color the pews
Without doubt made anew
Alive ain't broken.

(We're Mosaic... as it were.)

That one's love were not real
To have dark doubts hide it.
That life, be it as unreal as--
Nowadays must run & fight for it.

(...as it were).

MmmMoan.
Y a w n.
Purrr...
How I adore our meanderings.

A Morning of misfits

Love waking to the sturdy fur of you,

Sac, pecks, abs, inner thighs,
unclad body heat.

Tho' the world outside feels absent,
your hardness
your warm breath
Is present
Against yesterday's 5-o'clock
shadow.

We breakfast on such sensations satin
thousand count threads
sifting and gripping sheets
creating silken
dunes of flesh creamy hues
soft mounds our twist
tied
tethered limbs
then opening passages with kisses
and humid licks
our lips:
camelback & cobra songs
to Sahara
Heatwaves
where we worship obelisks
until slumber
has rendered us
stardust and sphinx
Amused and fused our flesh
in hymns
this Sunday morning

I am
Stretching with both my hands
behind me
Clawing
buttocks raised (waiting for rain)
as if to be seen & named
one creative breath
Sunday's schooling shame,
yearning for his embrace...

Heaven forgive me
for the heaven he gives me...
Now
Exhale Olympus
Our Fallen pillars
hush.
Good morning, Love
I am

Stretching.
Eyes open wide
Stretching
Reaching out
Behind me
Reaching out for you
(Inside me)
if only briefly
knowing
the whole **** Truth…

(How I adore the meandering.)

Lives through many doors,
Fill the rooms with memories.
Answer every knock

If Life were a room,
then Death is the door we face.
Fear will paint it black.

One room to what's Next;
Leaving it all behind you.
For in death, New life.

Like walking on through
The door's a tunnel of light
Feels like coming Home.

(Rooms & Doors)