I wish it were him instead of my blanket holding me.

This Jellyfish that floats along
trying to confidently stay strong
is distinctly sad, so often it feels like
it could just sting itself,
but it does *not.

It floats along.

Warmth is what we crave, our hearts fuel to the fire, caressing one another's flesh, taking each other higher, fight my bruising kisses, let me tease you as I mar, that which I do worship, every heartbeat, every scar, cage my hand inside yours, hold me tighter than you dare, constrict around my heart my love, it's open and it's bared.

It was called "The Right Of Spring"
I was scared, excited, elated
Taking my place on the stage above the footlights,
I shook, like an earthquake of the soul
I'd danced this piece several times before, but never in front of such a number of eyes
The other dancers seemed fine
We'd practiced for 8 months for this particular show
We were to perform twice daily, for 3 days
Hard, excruciating work
But such is the dance
I began to sweat profusely, I felt the blood draining from my face
And right at the second turn,
I hit the floor with a thud.
Becoming human

Be careful when you overly masticate
On what a fukmast is. I am a widdler;
And invagination is far too straight
Away a kumbang for the riddlefiddler.

So I use wordplay, as a, oh, *******,
Does that make me truly a clatterfart?
Does that make me some, oh, cockapert?
Maybe, but it is not really a badder Art.


Not a gem, but a beryl.
Beryl of laughs, that is.            
Ah, there's my assapanick now.
Kinda my little secret squirrel.