p.s.

p.s. I miss workin' in the yard
ears a buzz after mowing
too much for me to handle.
So much of which I beamed.

Trees, birds scattered
'cross the lawn of augustine,
hands in dirt growing and planting.
Barefoot and happy I was
in the little world I made for me.

Yet I miss the sense of home
my land bred. I am both uplifted,
uprooted, found and in search
of another's world with which to collide.

KOOLAID!

Wanna change my name

to Koolaid. Oh baby the way

it's called with such joy

such passion to consume.

KOOLAID! Orgasmically sweet.

liquid

I’m here hanging

on barely grasping

for air slightly

just wanting to sleep

and dream…

I awoke

I awoke strangely

silent, still, at ease

and without words.

Greed

Urgently
as soon as possible
and if
that be the morrow
next week
the one after
then I am happy with it...
(Though much later
and I may pine.)

concurrently...

But brief in the mind
flickers bright thought
where something comes
in the make barely;
your lid on, contained
while I swell to the spill.

Both in flesh, we press
the tease, tongues sweet
on skin soft. In the eves
we meet in warm breeze
and sheets a’ tangled,
thrilled the other to please.

i was not dreaming

I was not dreaming!
It was the Sun in the eve
and twilight I saw. I ran
my cheek along his length...
flesh and tongue we did speak
without words as hindrance.
And as soon as he was leaving
as soon as he had left, the warmth
fleeting, suddenly I had touched
not near enough and was in want –
always I lay in want regardless
of the taking, for I do take, regardless
of the giving for I do give. Suddenly
tongues at rest I watched wide-eyed
at loss, in need, so many thoughts left,
as dawn turned my sighs; It may be days
before the sun comes again.