Held the hand of my bride
Stars explode around her
Teaching beauty to the world

An evening girlfriend
It’s all nocturnal kissing
It’s a star ballet

Nocturnal tides are with her
A surfer at night
She surfs the waves
Through glitter too
She belongs with the ocean
And gives salt water kisses

Here we sit together in a park
Of splendid rumors
A dawn of turbulence bathed in
The glamorous shine of scandal
Yes indeed we have heard stories
Apart from each other we consider
A silent jewel to be an
Accomplice to the nature of
Ambiguity

You must think I disassemble my personality
To ****** a blue foam
A trickle fire erupting its
Blossom water on the edge
Of my nose
We have argued to speak no longer
Of a cuddling electric sea friend
Unless we are under the fragile net
Of sleep draped with angelic murmur
Watching in ***** position I
Helped the sun turn our
Arrangement into attractive dust
Dust however will be left

Not to chase across infested
Roads
Yet counting how many particles
Explode the roofs off an
Unappreciative town
One by one and with all that
Is familiar with the multitude
Of destructive glory
Fashioning a farewell sigh and
Letting our hands tremble
Ten stories above our rhyme
We cursed the wind leaving
A mystery drowning

Ocean crash queen
There is a dance on the sand
Bonfire jewelry

Waves crash like your dreams
Changing and always rolling toward the shore
Loves are sea splattered
Your smiles are beach drenched
Seaweed in your hair
And you present a mystery

The place where one spends afternoons counseling a beguiled village on the depravity of their daydreams, a slow porcelain horse is trapped in its own celebratory air on the moment of its leap, over a fountain whose waters drench the rider’s proud eyes, and view of the whole spectacle.

Paul and Sara ride
In the cab love waves can’t wait
Together their crown

Kiss spinning wet walk
A shower of confetti
It’s passion splattered

She wears broken glass for earrings
Superior failures
Relationships that sparkle with intelligent pain
Eyes full of nighttime bliss

People walking wild
They’re tripping on promises
Love you back sunsets

She wears a crown of raindrops
Beautiful sad
Rebellion tragedy
Pretty moon shines young moonlight
Desperate dreaming

When it rains it looks like the day is depressed
A depressed girl
Raindrops streak her face
Sad regrets
The wind blows her hair and bad decisions away

Tip-Toe cross the street
Dangerous cars moving fast
Weather full of storms

A heated swell of perfume
Dripping from his lover’s cheek
Welcomes many more feelings to surrender
Than the windshield reveals now

Driving upon waterfall roads
Couples are seen as fashionable animals
While the starlet sisters giggle
Behind trees where winds sneak around
Carefully.

While the passengers slide upon each other’s laps, a ruffling of clothes is heard in a car nearby. The naivete of subtle experience may someday welcome someone to slip along the sweaty steps of pleasure-stained pools: The ****** Congregation, where the logistics of the court presume “Not Guilty” indefinitely. For temptation is more than desire in Vain, but human curiosity. We can only predict our immediate future and what certain components are to be gained up until a certain point. But new found treasures lie awaiting our innocent stumble, many instances where a courtship often leads to a garden of rose-colored garter belts. Which serve in replacement for telephone wire strung above homes whose tenants excitedly plan for the next affair.

Clouds and lightning speak
Sky explosions all day long
It’s just wonder noise

They just came off the carousel
And now they will roam and
Wander with blissful stares

I will soon join them, hoping
To find wild women and
Coconut lotions

We will be free, we’ll dance
And swim

They just came out of the water
And now they will journey
Into the night’s mystery

I will soon join them, excited
To discover new voices in
New places

We will be free, we’ll talk
To one another and share our
Lust for experience

They just came out of the
Woods and now they will
Sleep with their lovers, awaiting
The blink of dawn

Two lovers waited
They blew kisses through windows
They met under stars

Rebel romantics
Against their parent’s wishes
Let their kisses guide

Tiny explosions along a diamond anklet
That wraps a tender, tan leg like water
Princess of beach religion
Slow motion dazzling beauty
Tossing sand-confetti
Her girlfriends run towards the sprinkling cascade
With satin action
Acting like satin
Tribe of water-brides
Oceanic fan club of sparkling lust
Discreet danger possible only in slow jewel worship
Prince of glamorous indifference
Reclines in the branches of a shiny glass tree

Sara’s smile a wave
Soft spark oceans of kisses
Paul dreaming away

Two half-naked bodies whirling about in the streets. Our thoughts pillowed against soft winds that blow a friendly touch under our skin. To explore love with a stranger is not a sin save for those intentional grins. A shoulder of yours exposed in this light flashed against my eyes. Already a tender friendship with your body. Watching your eyes watch me watching us with calm degrees intending such. Your awkward smile is beautiful because it is sincere. A nervous breeze encircles our waist and words disguise a melody unchaste. To make a love out of meeting you is the same love preceding you each time an effort is made in completing two.

My rebel heart style is with her
Like the rings that hug her pale-white modern fingers
She speaks an independent light-blue flare
A caring intelligence with personality rare

Her black sweater rip and so her smooth shoulders slip
Into the air where my senses flip
A design for soft plans on her neck
And soon levitate toward my favorite lips

Pink hyacinth girl
Throwing flowers in the air
A garden dreamer

A sky invades itself the way lampshades collapse on their elegant red bulbs.
Lovely antique fabrics wrap themselves around heat-waves copulating with light.
The color of blood melts down a rose petal in celestial gardens.
A certain shade of burgundy supports a flower dive!
Liquid falls into the curtain folds of this cranberry swaying pageantry.

Hot pink umbrella
Contrasts the dreary rain
And maybe ****

A certain romantic light plays with my senses the way liquid streets uproot steps random in their dances!
I love it when we smile in lamp-light seconds!
I can always desire you in temporary trances.
A poet at work is like when love strikes with lances!
You calm me in your green meadow romances.
I ask of you, introduce me to the fire of your glances.
At times I need to sleep with the integrity of historical stances.
I will remain myself however lonely in miles or milliseconds. To make a lover out of life is to ask the moon for a dance.
Whether or not she refuses I will continue to love our chances.

Feel her sea costume
And she wraps herself with waves
Her mermaid tattoo

Not only have I withdrawn into the depths of my imagination but have lingered there for some time now and results escape my consciousness like impatient fragments unprepared and dressed like foreign fire.

All stains will be misunderstood save those which design intuition upon our sleeves.

We must pay attention all over again!

California lights
Shining strange on the boardwalk
Blowing bizarre kiss

Take yourself back to soft night-air perfumed necks. Once again, allow your thoughts to sculpt a hand of past flesh and stroke the palm of her history with you. O gentle jack-of-hearts backrub lover, you must dance the steps your true soul choreographs for you.

Let’s put an end to future ills with patience for this all too familiar unique smile of affairs. Where are you true love of mine a second time?

With gentle paws upon your heart landscape. The day must allow your conscience to paint like a fox. To love like brunette blades of hair reveal emotion. O precious style of moonlight lights up a secret drama.

Wild flowers dance
Under her feet celebrate
Afternoon princess

Spend time with me sister! The sister I know I don’t have, a confusing passenger in my mind, that continues to bleed upon the apple-peels in my daydreams, where has your real reason for being envisioned burrowed? Is it not beneath the coal-white heated sands of my misbehavior? Or in the convenient pleasures of misjudgment. Either way your whisper wasn’t loud enough for my distracted eyes, those mobile shells recording the affairs of a race in which I am far behind, far too interested in spying on the obvious I often rest.

Pink socks on the bed
It makes me think of kissing
Got a crush on her

The peace of flowers is a tender orchestra
Green
Ah the green
Slowly entertains my waiting
I imagine their notes
As the sun
Ah the sun
Warms my pen

Thin gold wraps her neck
She wears elegance today
Shining her jewels

I want the sparks again
The sparks of the road
My real home
I go to bed with adventure
Freedom
My bliss
Amorous traveler I am
Lover of experience and romance
Honorable among the stars
My heart is strong, pure and playful
I throw my arms around exciting moments
And after awhile
Let them slip away like lovers after a dance
Only to continue dancing myself
To my own music
Filled with passion
And love-dreaming

Running in the rain
Girl and boy umbrella dawn
Neighborhood moves wet

Exotic drops of sky
The oceans tiny tears
Sprinkle into ornament
Slow eyelash fire into blue
She cries wet jewelry
And sudden sparks that wink at moonlight
Princess of sparkling afternoons

Her nail polish sparks
She’s dripping makeup tonight
Slow kiss conducting

What is there to know?
America
As well as other lands
Other than the strength of an eagle
To endure
And celebrate in flight
All the world’s obstacles radiant in our eyes

To adopt ourselves
Those rough carvings through the air
But take for our integrity
The grace in the leopard’s stride

While all the while
Sink our velvet fangs
Into the feast of happiness

Nothing short of emphasizing jewels and love!
Every day the parade of all things wonderful

Violin goddess
Melancholy of strangers
Overture of days

Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time

Ferris wheel evening
And they kissed exploding stars
Amusement park moon

I rise again
From rough American ashes of the past
Like a dark brown eagle
With eyes full of his loving blonde girlfriend
I strike slowly
Gathering the momentum of love
Through the satin country of my fantasies
Do I strike with new care?
Or finally slow explosion sparks illuminate the air
Lanterns of disgust
I whisper darts into them
And swing from wild branches into the cities
I pass by with ruby eyes
And smile at soon to be saturated citizens
The crowds sparkle because they’re in love with
Something before I got there
I’m lighting matches everywhere
Trying to start bonfires of awareness
And fierce love inspiration
While pointing out the most tender stars

Our country alive with tiger eyes
And swift yet sometimes slow
Gorgeous human behavior

Sad in the branches
It’s just rainy day writing
Tears are flying birds

Secret worship in the eyelashes
Empty mirrors those eyes?
Or are they full of beauty and personal religion?
A heart that beats fast religion for the visual
Slow explosion
Glamour rain
Falls with the radiance of jewels
Upon the eyes
The satin of sparks
And I worship with **** breathing
A soft devotion like this can distance the heart
But one’s beauty is one’s happiness and excitement
An excitement competing with the world
A world where few things dazzle us
And inspire us to push our appetites into
The velvet arms of dawn
Or maybe that’s just the opinion of our
Worshipper of wet skies

Kiss clash and love sparks
Explode old philosophy
Claw the new romance

The waves created a lady for me to talk to
I told her about you
She rose out of the water like an ocean bride
Someone else’s though
Some lucky lesbian siren perhaps
Or Neptune’s discreet mistress
I don’t know
We met each other in midair
I slowly leapt off the edge of the balcony
Gliding towards her over the sand
She levitated a moment before meeting me halfway
A conversation of crystal sadness begins
I told her my name and she told me hers
Her name was Transparency Flower

She cries pretty glass
Her heart hurts for a freedom
She’ll walk with sharp steps

Arms wrapped around each other in the cool green grass
A slow gallop picks up speed
A parade of sunlight combusting yellow sparks
Across the plain run the yellow mares
Procession of flashes light up our faces
My girlfriend smiles and wets her lips in the sun
I on my way to becoming prince of golden dreams
Drown my face in the sunshine of her being
She gets up and lets fall a thousand golden flakes
Shake off slowly all that kissing
In the tender brightness of our storm
I get up as well and reach towards her
My arm brushes her neck causing fire sparks
In the friction of love
She rolls into me and we slow gaze at each other for a while
In our golden embrace
We notice our possible future
Ahead of us
A stream of sunlight

The wild gallop of golden desire
A chance to mount the yellow mares

Slow motion crash kiss
Afternoon lightning with them
Exploding models