The name of our Father,
neither Son nor Holy Spirit.
Crush tender and intoxicated aroma,
kissing gently praising Her name.
Simple bite, she pushed it harder,
enjoyed at the bottom with shallow touch.

Begun, be gone your beauty
Kissing, **** it with pleasing
Me, produce the sensation twined
Pray, for a Holy Night
with good night's touch.

Praise her,
like what religion told everyone.
Praise her.
She's my church of pleasure.
Praise her.
Praise and add more life to years.

i like angry poetry
the kind that churns
in your gut,
with razors for teeth
and gums bleeding.
i like the violent sound
of verbs clashing
on a decaying page,
like the shot of a gun
on a quiet day.
i like the poetry that stays,
that lies in waiting
like a dog in a cage,
words that creep like
voided birds into the
wired tress of my brain,
that pay their rent
like drunken travelers
and trash the place.
i like angry poetry
the kind that sears it's
screams to my lips,
which spirit echoes and
moans for eager,
****** eyes.
words that hit like *****,
giving their reader
a killer hangover.
i like angry poetry,
the kind that leave you
with a smoky exit.

I rose from the clouds,
Awaken by the mist of your eyes,
Your heavy smile drunking me sorelesly,
Moving down my ribs down my flesh,
Hanging me to the best joy,
Growing your light over me
Taking all my breath astray.

I wait
Swaying with the long grass
Humming low
Whispering the bear songs
I wait
Palms open to the the evening breeze
Legs tense in suspense
Eyes closed
I wait
................All the time I bent for you
................ All the time I spent changing for you
..................All the moments I kept myself in check for you
I have nothing left to give
Now I wait
I wait
For the Moon
His gentle touch on my soul
I wait
For the Moon
To rise and ask nothing of me but what I am
I wait
For the Moon
In this long dusk into twilight
Breathing in the dark
As I set

(JL)

the darkened horizon
will attracts no birds today

the storm
won't adore the weak

a walk on the shores
would be a blind suicide

for the moon's love
would conjure the sea