even if there was
        one hundred things
trying to pull you apart
        i will be the magnet
to keep you together;
        so tear at your hair no more, dear
        rest not in folly nor worry, wrapped
        are you in the improbable, carefree
        hands of wind
irrevocably prurient, you are who you are
        and we'll trust the flowers
                and the
                     lands that
                        their future
                            love will hold
                        like candles, like scenes
                        from bucolic picnics;
                their lands of death will treat them kindly
                but for now it's you and i, and i and you
        i have screamed violent silence
but now i want a turn to be loud unto you
           tear each tress away,
           my dear, i will still love you

i like waking in the morning
to hear you chirping, the vibrations
caress my ears, much like your wild hair
covering my *******
you say morning love, land your hand
gently on my belly
i like the sensations of warmth you provide
me there
each one of your notes uncaged,
with bright sun unsheathed to share
this moment
i'll keep it lightly and smile back

it is time, dear one.

to move ( no longer dally here.)
and stretch your legs into the unknown-
dangle your toes into chaos and
tickle the chin of change.

inch onto the branch of
choices and follies and casually
inform fate that she's got a nice ****

So spill your daring chant
roaring the words of a cowardly
lion as
you sally down this saffron road

no scarecrow here, just the winds of tomorrow

to tell us where
to go.

at least you're hot in your indiscretions
        your hands glued to my cheek bones
          and my mouth met yours i--
                                                loved
                                             the
                                                way
                                             your
                                        hair smelled
                      
i hope i am not too hot
                      to scare you away
and i'm feeling like scalding water vaporizing
        should i gather around your feet and kiss your toes?

your soft voice
        trickles over me
        like rain, like alive
        life curtsied before me
                a beauty in ****
                soft dark skin
over the wires leaping--
dizzies me
        I long for you to come to me
        in heels, swift, as poppie
        petals in the wind--
you are my rain, impertinently covering me
        and I don't mind, chirp over vibrations
        whirl me in your soft voice
and it's late at night but I like it, you know
                how sweet,
                        your voice is