She crawls over me I'm in her
trap, her hands feel over me as
I lay on my back. She has the
control, where I have none,
she just looks at me like I'm
her prey, and she has only just
begun.

Her nails I feel against my skin,
where she feels blood does seep,
I arch in pain where the tender
bits lie, but she looks at me seeing
what she likes.

She kisses gently from ankle to
stomach goose bumps she sees,
then she bites. I feel her teeth as
bites deep my flesh feels like its
tearing under her teeth.

She lets go before I do bleed but
then bites not as hard grinding
her teeth. What had I got my
self in to she looks so sweet, but
this blind date was nothing but
her hunting the street.

She has the power over me, she is
the spider and I am the fly, stuck
in her web waiting as she tease
with those innocent eyes. What
will she do once shes done with
me, was I just a play thing, or do I
just close my eyes..

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
And for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it.  Yet I'll hammer it out.*
             -Shakespeare, Richard II, Act V.I

The world I fathom rhetorically orbits
around the whirr of a dust-peppered
triad of turbine limbs
inbreeding infinitely as electricity's
treaty permits
into a smorgasbord whirl of
processed plastic white

A remedial sun I compose
to counter outside's oven bulb
in the world I do not fathom

Heat's ****** of humidity
is not lost on me
with no canonized sense
even to establish it with

And even my own remedial sun
restricts a reality-knighting touch
with its ozone cage pried open
in unseen haste - a victim
of college's fugitive waltz
encased in the jazz fusion dance hall
of the world I cannot fathom

Is there a dual left-footed
interpretive dance of a carbon dimension
outside of reality's steaming kitchen
to fathom me?

still the wires pass on the electrodes of warmth

the phone message sound that used to make my heart leap with an energy uncontrolable now someone else's exhillaration.

somewhere ovehead on the one freequency connected we keep our heart moves open for transmission

we deal with the thought of us, we live through our knowing of us, who we are and what we were born to do.

we keep on doing it apart as sure as its the same stars above in our eyes that keep us together in spirit.

and as we pass by on occasion the flood of relief drenches us as we look with one silent eye to eye transmitting a whole world of love

respect falls away passion takes over and before the damage is done in that one still moment lids fall,

pain takes over, this world of cruel understandings, has no place for us, thus we make our own in singular moments

and over the frequencies because a love like ours never dies and must be lived.