unknown 2 me
exposed brick and wood floors
high ceilings
somewhere in the distance
a train
wailing like a banshee–
curses
soft words from the corner of her mouth
bloodpride and insecurity, eye was
so much in the watching of her
my senses merge
drowisly eye
cant make sense enough of anything
withdrew
from her reserve of patience
until there was nothing left but a thin
layer of generosity
until eye was a prisioner
of my own opinion….
instead of learning how 2 kill time
without injuring eternity, we
always promised 2 pay
2morrow
while we slowly died 2day

there was innocence
old fashioned ideas
simple inexpensive dinners
eye thought were fancy
the company
and the trouble eye kept
trying 2 stay in front
of the next well traveled place
the deep, celestial connection
eye had with everything
and the women!
it was one woman actually
in my early experiences with her
the heavy
passionate kissing sessions
leading up 2 nothing
no foreseeable climax
just exploratory,
just touching her
and then the glint
the first recognition
of knowingly caressing her loveliness…
the discovery that
she was habit forming
the glorious
soft mounds of swelling flesh
beneath her clavicle
the indefatigable ache
of my hands 2 touch them her
the emotions eye felt!
that is
before my lower extremities
took control of me
that day in my youth
eye accepted
pale red as my favorite color
and worshiped it in secret
away from the condemning
opinions of my father, and the
constant redirections of my mother
in my youth eye had no need for spectators,
or speculations
just her name in my mouth
and my blood giving her praise

thick, pendulous agony of night
grace and wonder
fever
delicious
passion
lips kissing naked souls
smooth wave of joy
the frantic urge
the slide between her
where every shudder bottoms
no more
drink and feel how skin
spread sweat and come 2 breast
and face why luscious tongue are
full in bite 2 much for some
behind feather glisten
where heavy pleasure aches

seven long weeks
and not one word 2 give her comfort
standing in the shadows
waiting on the want 2 pluck her silver chord
under the moist star
compose some new derangement,
play her out of compassion
if not out of love
from distress and gentle charm
around a heart of torment, but
seven long weeks–
and still my perfect moment hasnt come
the song is on my lips
a soft press of electricity
this spell
2 make me feel like eyem going 2 live
forever
and seven
long
weeks eyeve just been swallowing it
just beyond my fingers
my control
eye wont keep her a hostage of occasion
eye cant lie another night
without setting her free…
without releasing the emptiness in these pages

everything was @ stake
she was earth and sky
eye was intoxicated and neither
god nor man could touch me
more than the expressiveness,
the swoon of weakness she causes
the valves of my mind
opening and closing
laying waste 2 all
the emptiness eye feel inside, and
when eye needed her
a night when the dark water
threatened 2 take me over
she
rose from the ashes
this temptress
lovely and soft, we
kissed
her
hands undressed me
zipper
cufflinks
button by button
the salmon of dusk our blanket
my palm, pressed
firm below her navel
she pulled her knees up and
her body blushed
crimson
my splendor
her finish on our
bed of overspilled love

eye still had 2 try
even though eyeve accepted
the small part of my eternity
that applies 2 your position
been
careful not 2 stretch the seams
for the good it may do
2 him whom it fits, but
eye was wounded…
knew eye was so occupied
that finer fruits lived unplucked, and
maybe that wasnt reality for you
maybe your pieces werent falling
like rogue beads from a broken string
or maybe
the song you heard of me wasnt sour
like the one
eye heard someone singing of you

eye remember it
lying @ the bottom of a
bottle of cabernet
waiting
for me 2 drown my senses
in an inch of contradiction
of
if
eye loved you, of
all eye ever wanted 2 do
before taking a detour
before the senselessness of it
an inch of ambient lighting
and shadow, of
sensual
of ever
and after, the
milk of her thighs and eye
try my wings and fly from
thoughts of consequences, if any
an inch of synonymous motion
and inches of offenses
you always think
love is enough
until the first time you
cant give everything and
in love, eye
gingerly place the bottle
directly
2 my lips and drink

first, eye promise: no more video links.
well, no more after this one.
but.
BUT!
eye couldnt resist. is she serious?
eyem not a fan of her music….
(laughing) but eye really feel like eye should support her efforts on this one!

if you seek amy (f**k me):

eye must sadly admit eyem rather impressed @ the size of her b@lls!

do you cry
is every reason selfish
heavy and broken, did you
receive anybody
did he
cry for you in spite of every
reason you dont like yourself
did you search for truth
while you made love 2 a lie
do you cry from the inside out?
when you
or do you lie
awake
and cry for yourself

death comes certainly
the soft animal of hate
will one day break free