please look at me dreary-eyed, you see: birds green a laughing, buzzing bee: commune with me
tracking through the garden
soft steps dreaming of a shard of grass that sits by my face like a razor blade: thoughts are paletted, vignetted by the Sun, November Sun: I bring a blanket, I lay it upon your feet, a fair sight:
I turn my head back
to look at you
my hair is
wafts of cigarettes, wafted by smoke :
nicole, nicotine, her laughs ring when she cries, like mine . . .
tobacco fills my nostrils stream. daring to lay, visions of being a dainty queen: lay upon me tenderly, gently with lace. tell me how you've reached such heights—
but still, you remain grounded. two feet near your knees
on the ground I am
looking at you with doll eyes, I like this angle of you—
[vision requested: eye dilates and the mind wides:
I like this angle of you —vision of you (indivision, virtual, individual) in the water grafted out by phonemes, my pheneme and genemes are mesmerized by you: I see you puddling my views, and backpedaling behind me, whipped faster like the trees did blow behind me, my ears rush by me while the air stays attached: drifting through the road and drafted outside, would you rafter her: the bike went faster down the way: the rushing grays and slight light linely variations of the cities and towns as I zoom the world by and the ground seems closer as a gray and brown and green cement: touched lightly with your nose, my being and your being sandwich stucked together because of my will, because of your choice, because of My Will. I will.
end vision. ]
sprackled Moorish skin, toned into your mouth:
my mouth curves outwords
like a spoon twirling towords you
like cursive connecting the letters of your name
I taste the shapes on my tongue
it spells out VALLEY, a hidden road, a hush green dale somewhere in Scotland:
but my cheeks flush
and wishes to be coquettes,
like a doll: my eyes are brown
do you see? cascade, cassanova, player
release:
— soft bones
... why, you look the way you do ...
those eyes ... slinted and glinted like the gray spots on the moon ... like you do ... when you think ... the way you do ...
when you look down at me ...
towered far away, but I'm close
I'm here
I'm here
resolved, soft words: I'll make you proud
look into my bedroom eyes, show me how to love;
touch me there, with birds of love; sing to me
with your notes, written in Spain; energize me
with the Sun you got, shadows: the shade,
it moisturizes and it bleeds down through the creeks
like ice cream: melting away, and it wavers in the air,
Vermont is a few nights away. you are so smooth,
echoes croon out my throat like milk: galbanum.
itching and cough, the cries, vibrato: tremendo:
reach out, reach out: papa.
soft strokes, like a cat rolling on,
fur headed out there. it slithers still there,
towards me, dark gray and lightning eyes:
smoke streams by you,
stench and smell, perfume of cigarettes and I feel the voice
on my calves and my neck:
the Word wraps around me
and coils around my relayings.
her is now, her time is loud: reading these
tries, the words reach out: luckily,
your lust still has me: oceans calling rolling,
near you, and the magic that follows through
your skin near, me whipping apart my
white button shirt bought in Rome: lick my
*******.