As I tiptoe towards our bed,
you lie — snuggled,
beneath the covers.

Gently, I place a kiss
upon your warm cheek,
whispering
sweet nothings.

Those beautiful Southern eyes
open with a soft and
deliberate smile.

Together,
our bodies embrace.

We are blessed —
for this is pure love.

"Will you marry me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Well, for starters, I'm a sheep."

"Oh, come on, Betty. I'm nuts about you."

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but just because I've opened up about my life to you doesn't mean we are in love."

"But what about our after-session meetings in the back of my van?"

"That was two lonely souls feeding each other's needs for comfort."

"Betty! You callous *****!"

"You think you were the only one? Ted, the janitor, quite often shafted me as well."

"Well, I'll be blowed."

"Not by me anymore. Goodbye, Doctor. Thank you for helping me through the death of my little Tilly, and thank you for a few good rogerings. I'm going to make a go of it with my husband again."

"But he's shagged most of the sheep on the farm."

"Yes, but he's hung like a baboon."

"Okay, fair enough, Betty. Good luck."

"Goodbye, Doctor."

"You want business, love?"

"No, thank you, but I do have a proposal for you."

"Oh yeah? What's that, then?"

"If you come with me now to the church just across the road and pray with me for a while, I'll grant you entry into heaven."

"Who do you think you are? Jesus?"

"I am a simple man. I go by many names. Will you accompany me and save your soul?"

"Look, mate, it's fifty for a **** and twenty for oral. You want business or not?"

"My child, I bless you. Take this money and buy some food. Maybe tomorrow you will reconsider visiting the house of God."

"Cheers for the cash, mate. You're a strange one, aren't you? You want a blowie before you leave?"

"Oh, go on then."

"I say, darling, would you care for a glass of gin?"

"Don't mind if I do. Could you kindly pass me a roll-up?"

"Why, yes. Here's your gin, and if you open your mouth, I'll pop this cancer stick in."

"Thank you, kind gentleman. May I have a light?"

"Oh, how remiss of me. Here you go... there... you are fired up."

"That's delightful. My lungs are eternally grateful."

"Darling."

"Yes, my love?"

"May I be so bold as to kiss your neck?"

"Right, that's it. Enough of this posh *******. Get over here and ravage me, you **** *******."

"It would be my pleasure, you ***** *****."

Pluto was upset—he'd been demoted.
His cold earth shook and grew colder;
He, who locked the moon's eyes on him, scolded
other planets, who dared to grow bolder
injuring his giant ego—what for?
Lonely thing, being Pluto: failed solar
dwarf, who still thinks he is more
than a bore.

When there is nothing left to say
And you don't know what to pray--
God knows what's in your heart,
The Spirit did He impart.

I felt the rush in my stomach  
My heart full and empty of oxygen
My lungs pounding
I felt it flow right out of me
Oozing like white ****
Burning like whisky on fresh cuts
I feel it flow right out of me

-Melanie Munoz

They sit in council
In chambers of self ordained God's
They look down and
upon the people they trod .

They have books and books
of forbidden laws
Take no prisoners
curse your questioned calls

Their brothers in arms
the Sadducees
Occupy reality as they say it was meant to be

All lead by the King of Kings
He wears nothing but golden rings

They bow on bended knees out of fear
He rules the far while he
destroys the near

Have mercy on the fools
who empower them

They will be cast out
Their lives destroyed
Their women cut open
their children used for toys