It's one of the saddest things
I can remember.
So many AK's
put together
with duct tape
and held by
such young human-hands.
They looked like broken toys
gripped by young boys,
broken too.

I was in a dream state around her.
Her skin was made of porcelain,
jet black hair topped her crown
matching her feathered wings.
The face she wore was angelic,
cheeks like mountains,
the color of roses,
lips,
the smoothest
creamy-butter.
Her malachite eyes
glowed
as fine-crystal.
I felt certain
she was not
of this Earth.
Especially
after she
spoke
in an ancient tongue
& my heart felt
glued to hers.

I lay here in the dark
thinking
the conditions are perfect,
Your temperature
is wonderful,
so fine,
the moisture,
this wetness is just right
& you have
the proper
ingredients,
you are of the Earth
tonight.
Now for some magic...
wake up Honey,
come alive,
don't be elusive,
you are not
a dead log!

I was a rebel once,
fought the law
more than enough,
had my scrapes
and always lost.
If the system wants you,
it will gobble you up
and spit you out for sport.
And I'm told by an ancient proverb
to get back up eight times
after being knocked down seven.
But what if Heaven does exist?

I want to slide down your throat
& slip into your tummy,
get delirious,
stone cold
drunk
on your bile.
Then you can jump
& spin
& dance
& churn me
into a clear
yellow-liquid,
eliminate me
in rainbow colors,
write my name
in the sands of time.

It is peaceful here
in the meadow
outside your gate,
the zebras gather
& float between the ferns,
hues of jade & malachite.
I hear the lone Nightingale
deep in the bush
a **** does crow
& I am spellbound,
held breathless
by your nakedness,
my vision.

From between your raised hips,
I see you with my spyglass,
you're such a pretty maiden.
Hurry,
up with the black flag,
slide down my mast,
fast,
lie on your backside
sweet lady,
this will last
forever.