I can lick down telephone poles and lick down street signs

come sit in my chair

I can crush your house down with my brun thunder thighs

come sit in my chair

I can to be the dancing wind in this wonder water storm

come sit in my chair

We can exchange wings; I can be a catastrophic butterfly

I would love to drag my aura on a walk to the top of a hill; make room in my rain jacket pockets for oleoresin capsicum and a flashlight, my container of weeds and slow burning leaves
I would love to kiss the grass with the spilling light from my mouth **** on my broken finger nails massaged by earth’s dirt
I would love to fall asleep under the hidden moon covered by a blanket made of water; they will remember my face with a smirk
I would love to cradle you little rotating sphere, nurture your tired ozone layer
She would love to drag us all, bury you beneath her holy herbaceous there will be plenty of firing kisses and the waves will come, you wont feel the cold
I would love to take you on a walk to the top of a hill

Today I followed an orange silky haired woman along side the ocean coastal lane

black mesh cloth legs split through the trees I paused to watch a cat walk

soft smiles I swam past velvet tightly wrapped thighs on this rubber and chain

cycling in sync behind a cat, in sync with hips -that sway in sync with cranes

all members of the Gruiformes flew, for the goddess came to rest on a rock

because for several minutes that rock loved her bottom I loved from behind

100 feet from behind I stared at the goddess dream reaching for her mane

no feelings in existence only blankly staring at your curled toes one more sun ray