Let my fingers
caress the wounds
of your chakras
in multicolored beams
                            of light
stroking the vibrations
Let me soothe and
lift them
to their peak
strengthen the strings
of violin tenacity
Let my third eye open
and meet yours
for a dance along
the astral plane
our gaze forever locking

For as it is now
we are restrained in our
rectangles of glass
boxes of electric ecstasy
beyond beautiful,
yet
what I would give
to lay one palm upon
your heaving chest
in fiery tender
To brush my lips
upon the tip of
your eyelashed ocean
yes
meet me
lash me to you
let me tremble
into the
humming of
our lips

when i go down to the creek
flowers sing at my approach
shades of grey escape within
until i'm whole again, vibrant
crystals for teeth and strength
to hold my truth between my own lips
my love like honey, slow and rich
enclosed in this jar of clay, my soul
so ready to overflow
the banks of the creek
covered in stones, strong
and yet fragile, like me
easily eroded by the water of life

pardon the f-word it will come up often
when discussing ur altar w/ the bouquet
of roses on it; the mother of the word is the word made flesh;
I've looking for ur p* just so I can f* u
u in the darkness beside the river; here come the three angels
cuddling w/ mom in the sand of the beach
waking stars that cast no light upon Hollywood;
I have only one plan & it's a doozy;
only the one god & u have seen the unknown
before ur face got painted;
no one but I will walk through
Chinese doors to ur temple's inner sanctum's radio station;
I am u & u are I & we are one mind eternally
in a flash just like the witches
dancing round the cauldron's globe
to lip-sync their latest single badly
at dawn at the fading star leading the sun into the sky

I fondled you with my hands
I didn't remember my eyes
I forgot my stories
When I felt you in my little heart
I don't know...
Maybe
The grain field was beautiful in my dreams
My ******* are be beautiful, too
When your lips become golden
I didn't want the sky...

با دست هایم
...تو را نوازش می کردم
چشم هایم یادم نبود
قصه هایم را فراموش می کردم
وقتی که تو را در قلب کوچکم احساس می کردم
...نمی دانم
شاید
در خواب هایم  گندم زار زیبا باشد
سینه هایم زیبا باشند
لب های تو طلایی باشد
...من که آسمان را نمی خواستم