piles of paper over my head
cover the box I lay in,
to do not, is to cause dread,
become the administative burden,
to carry around,
but never get carried away,
trundle, then bundle cellulose
fibre in a fundle,
measuring the fundal height of...


the pregnant pause, each time I am
supposed to pick up the phone,
can't go it alone, standing up for
  somebody else, who is unable
                        actually disabled,
"Just Like Someone Without Mental
Illness Only More So"  

drawers of receipts climbing over
one another to be fed to the
                           shredder,
unfiled file folders, holding older
paper dreams, paper woes,
Origami folds, of the forgotten projects,
cranes, phone receivers, and say
isn't that a heart...my heart,
clumsy feet, clumsy fingers,
cluttered mind, to much paper to bind,
up and hold together, the edges of the
paper cuts, that bleed the last of the free
dreams, the nice dreams, the two week
vacations dreams, buried under reams,
of aging paper,
                        no point to be a paper chaser,
                         set the phaser on ****,
                          and send it with the will,
                            or ... send in the clowns, there has to be clowns,
                              maybe I'll get around to it next year.

My body Teaser
How I wonder when I'll see you again.
I know you said we'll never meet again.
But I must say I didn't intend to take the bargain.
I deserve to have a taste of you again.
I'm not in love at this point but I want us to have some gain.

Before you I never thought locking lips could be so soothing until yours jammed mine.
It was an accident the first time, then the second, then the third then we lost count.
I find comfort in your arms alone.
As I close my eyes now, I see your lips calling unto mine even from such long miles.
My two rounded milk jars made a wonder by you at each encounter.
How you nimble, how you touch.
how you tease, how you fundle.
how you caress, how you taste those two makes me follow you to the next point.
And your touch - so ecstatic.
Melts me like heat does gold, Like sun does butter.

When you move your fingers downtown
I transcend into the most placid part of my mind
Taking cover from my past pains and dissapointments.
In that minute a thousand thoughts form in my head, yet no word would come to accentuate what I feel.
Slowly you stretch the fingers into my redsea,
Sets me on and on into the lost realms.
I feel the electric waves down my spine that moment
I drip like the juice in a berry.
Ripe and ready to be ******, not to be buried.

Before you I let no tongue down into the sanctuary.
It appears like a defilement to the holy place.
But once a trial with you I know it's never going to stop.
The feel sends me singing,
out and loud my voice ringing as the Harmony of a happy choir.

My own body Teaser,
You still never told me how you do these.
That even in my dreams you hold me still,
Even there you touch me and my moan echoes into the reality.
How you stare, you stare so deep my mind you read.
How you jump with much excitement, holding nothing back as you unwrap me.
In that minute you turn a kid.
An excited kid holding his birthday parcel, fulfilled at it's content.
The next moment you jump on my Honeypot, hungry as you are.
A hungry bear
My own bear
My own body Teaser.

I see you come in person yet never deprive me my coming.
Believe me.
I am not to be owned, I am for no one.
I am me , I am mine.
But with you I experience the reverse, I express the reverse.
I thirst for you, you are water
I hunger for you, you are food
I gasp for you, you are air
I long for you you are my body Teaser.