you laid a kiss on my sensible neck,
you pushed me near that wooden reck.

you embrace my **** in your soft palm,
I couldn't resist our breathing uncalm.

you teased my **** with your warm tongue,
my body shivers with the ****** rhythm we sung.

I felt your urges when you tore my clothes apart,
i know about your urges when you kissed me hard,

your smooth hand rushes here and there,
its one night so no need of love and care.

your smooth hands running all over me,
my lust for you is what others can see.

urges are delusional it ends so fast,
but its one night stand not a love so vast.

The fog of chaos
limits your ability
to make rash decisions,
to feel the love.
And anybody
not wearing
the same uniform
in the zone
is a combatant,
verified or not,
where does the gift go
in the fog of chaos.
Pray tell.

She dripped her wildflower-honey
all over my body parts,
even on my stinger
& I'm buzzing
with happiness.
You should hear my wings,
they sing of the mountains.

We tiptoe into the unknown
figuring out where to go
where our legs will take us
we walk slowly into the woods
we hike up to the hills the mountains
we walk briskly right by the ocean the sea
we cross rivers streams
we jump off a cliff a waterfall
we jump over boulders puddles holes and cracks
we run
we run swiftly to
where the roads meet
where the concrete ends
where the dirt begins
we run down the path without a path
we run into the horizon where the sun rises and sets
we run
we hold hands
we walk
we slow down
we stop
we stand there
we find
that place
that moment
it is where we're supposed to be
you
me
us.
Our rugged soles.

Otherwise things continue
in bright yellow rounds.
The road tears at my throat,
I cannot see it's path,
tar-eyed I stumble,
fall, cry out,
mute and stillborn.

This is how it should be,
circles, rounds, crocus, wild,
geese south, frozen ******
ponds. Yet I am the infitnite

whirlwind at the center.
and the giant at the edge
of the universe. Still
I call, cry out: blind.

Otherwise I would leap high
hurling myself past moons
to become star: brilliant,
pulsating. The road tears at throat
yet things continue, as I revolve the orb.

Nicotine soaked bedsheets
Damply caressed by sweat, by tears
Sooty black fingerprints,
Like carbon coated breadcrumbs
They leave a trail of sorrow...
Resin coated bobby pins
Cut straws and crystal dusted mirrors
Nails gnawed down to the quick
Bloodshot eyes, cracked lips
Tired thoughts,
    Hopes tossed,
        Dreams shattered,
              The
                    pieces
                           Lost.