i am the body at the center
the nut of the problem gnashing
i hate to write

my soul and heart and singular being
they were gummed up i tell him
like cholesterol in arteries
call it soul phlebitis explaining
have to stand on head meditation
to drain blood from leg
fill brain to align yr dharma

yr too caught in how others perceive you
tells he, jacket over shoulders
having found soul swagger
handsome pride brotherly love
yip o yab yum

higher than everest
she makes i am her mark
we kiss hard in loud booming bar
biting my lip til nearly ******
i squeeze breast when
you move my hands to where
they wanted to go anyway
you jump in arms
hug and sway

it's nice to see you
i yell between kisses
eating each other
small fervent little bites
and it is

and it pains
dull hurt, an ache
still deep down feels good