it is with with opulence i glitter
in this shell
only for you to split open
)
swallow(
spl it me ()  in two
******* and hot sauce burning
i will slither down
your throat
glistening

slinky smiling
succulently  as you find my pearl
insides.

Not My President.
But he is. Let him live.
He and his minions
Are like the poor;
They will always be with us.
But north of you,
We have a Queen.
#Not My Royal Family.
They're needy and expensive,
Spoiled and enfranchised.
An extended, big family
Who gets free rides at Canada's Wonderland,
Best seats at hockey games... all games
For Lieutenants-Governor,
Governors-General,
And all the wee princesses and princes.
Rideau Hall is the official residence
The White House pales beside,
Sussex Drive fades beside its oppulence.
Celebrities and histories have planted trees there.
Jack, Marilyn, Nelson, Martin and all the heavenly host
Have approached those gilded doors,
Pretending to bow and curtsy to an absent Queen.
Back to #Not My Royal Family.
I didn't get a vote.

staying stationary with my window on this world
as travelers with their treasure troves
carry on casual conversations
with passing strangers perched on stools
in meeting places of fabricated intimacy
where one's life story is the only unattended baggage
left behind
with the self they are trying to shed
and the self they want you to believe them to be

every story becomes glossed with a sheen
of overstated oppulence
as the everyday becomes epic
and the mundane larger than life
as lies, like departure times slip easily
behind tired eyes and rumpled clothing

what is the distinction
between worldly
and world weary

Touch me
In the place of  heightened emotions.
Feel me,
See me,
Without a thought or care for opinions.
For here we both stand
Unclothed with burdensome words
In our freeflow of expressions.

The unguarded heartbeats of my heart
Enraptured by the sight of you,
Emotions pouring torrentially
From temple to our very depths
Evidenced by our dilated pupils
And shy gazes,
Time slowly ticking as you walk in.

Tender touches lingering at night
Eyes closed,
My wandering mind
Journeying to dark secret places
Where passion flows freely
Unrestricted emotions,
Expressions without judgment
Attending to our every needs
Our compatibility unquestionable

Lost in eachother,
We find ourselves
One to another
Without an end
A depthless hunger
Unleashing untamed emotions
Always at your arrival
Rendering speechless my soul
At the blink of your eyes

Satisfy me with your truth
And your touch
Flowing through me
Like liquid fire
Burning away any doubts
Capturing the oppulence that is my mind
Leaving me drenched in passion
Longing to never be free again.

Touch me.