The narrow space between our wrists
morphs into dangerous temptation.
Step by step under broiling white lights,
slowly, suddenly, slyly…floating away from
coded commitments and shapeless sheets,
we fall into fair florid irises, promising
all without so much as a word.
briskly, bindingly, boldly…slips swiftly away
in our hour of need.
Kiss me in daylight
neath June’s lying skies.
Our flesh is still young yet
but won’t be for long,
think back to our misplaced and lost loving song.
It’s faint as a fox kiss,
yet there nonetheless,
I dare you to hear it
with ears that submit.
And if that melody, old but new
should take firm hold inside of you,
come find me where the cherries grew.
I’ll be there with a kiss for you.
I want to scream to the stars in an act of creation!
Elation, come quickly…come quickly, come nigh.
Chains on my chest that I only see,
Elation come quickly…come quick, set me free!
I went to South End late last night
to eat some oyster stew
and saw a wicked awesome fight
while sipping on my brew!
Sweet punches flew like fighter planes
from two gigantic men,
until some cops came bearing chains
and passage to the pen!