You run through my thoughts
like rain,
creeping, seeping,
soaking
me
through.

Benzodiazepines corrode my gums,
Grey fills my veins.
From a dull journey
I'm coming back
to the House of Alive.

Thought it was a good idea,
Never been so wrong, my dear.
Benzodiazepines corrode my gums,
Days filled with scattered drums.

Benzodiazepines corrode my gums-
-Days filled with scattered drums.

She drew out his desires
with the shape of her smile
and the colors of love
that she wore on her lips
and her voice was soft and sultry
and her dark sweet eyes
hypnotized and seduced his flesh in places
that made him blush
and he wanted to know the secrets
she kept between the letters of her name
as each syllable felt like a prayer
as they left his mouth
and he whisperd them again and again
until they became a mantra
to the goddess she was
beneath the curves of her skin
and he offered his heart
to sacrifice for her pleasures
and his life was hers to drain
and release and spill out
as he laid next to her
and lost in her
where he wanted to stay
and never be found

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

FOLLOW THE LEADER

She is the creator
of worlds.

She, being 3
does not know how

a world
can be.

A world is only
how she makes it.

Daily she
creates it in her own

image.

Music is a thing
that dances in the blood.

A butterfly is a miracle
she is just

as yet unaccustomed to.

A flower is a piece
of living magic.

Her dolls speak to her
( in her own voice ).

Ten tulips bow to her
she bows to them.

A daddy is a somebody
who knows nothing and

who has to be taught
everything.

She knows there is nothing
that can not be.

Facts are replaced by imagination
...the art of seeing.

A purple sun shines
in a yellow yellow world.

See! She has
drawn it so.

And so
it is so.

And I, her disciple
follow the little leader

as she teaches me
how to be

the world that she
can see

( half invention
  half discovery )

as she leads
me back to

the land of childhood
I believed I had

long ago
lost forever.