Molded blueberries,
I joked of scooping them up
and having a bite

i have been warned by authorities,
i have read in all books and magazines,
i am petro and you are a naked flame,
am a wolverine and you are my moon,
you make me howl, and i scare the ones i love.

You taste sweet on my lips but will sicken me
you make my heart leap, but to cease it you will,
i promise never to talk to you, and i find my self near you
this addiction is worse that thirst for air.

our combination is world war 3,
our articulation is lightening earthquake and hurricane
our future is so grim drains all colours and bleak
but our pull not just magnetic it deadly gravitational

i look at you never kissed you, never had you
i think of you, and pages i write of events not done.
i speak to you, and creepy feelings fill me
as i take another sniff of my human *******

my lover,
let us own the night.
the candles, our witnesses
the velvet sheets, our jury.
play the murderer for
i yearn to be
your victim.
commit your crime
and free yourself from
your prison.
let time be in sync with our movement;
let lust be named love

skinny dipping on sopping silk

a cold pooling of lunar refraction

steeps our summer drowsing

ghostly fish, lustrous slivers,

skip across tumid fleshy belly

where I kiss that soft arousing

lip traced phantom trails

follow silver shimmering wandering avenue

to a mellifluent mossy dowsing
-

The kinda words where nobody blushes
The kinda sleep where nobody breathes
The kinda *** where nobody touches
The kinda nights where everyone leaves

This kinda life
This kinda love
This kinda wondering “is this enough?”

I set my watch for half past nine
and arranged to meet my
courtesan,
my lover, my demimondaine,
my demirep, my queen of the night,
my inamoratas,
my mistress.... My my, is that the time
I can't be late for my concubine