undress me
first
with your eyes
gaze at my bared soul
with your intent
drill into the labyrinths
of my cerebrum
deconstruct the
lyrics of my whimsy
serenade every curve
pierce my loins
with your stare
full throttle through
my amber flickering eyes
a window
disrobing my soul

~

graze your fingers
first
across my cheek
titillate my lips
as we kiss
birthing goosebumps
as my open mouth squeals
in anticipation
tuck my wild tresses
behind my ears
as you cradle my
my sacred face
in profane prayer

~

make my sweet figa swell untouched first with just your words…

Trammeled to my Queen-sized headboard
no key to jimmy
these handcuffs off til the cock crows
blindfolded by prematurely shut eyes
willing sleep
a frenzied wish
a journey to the most picturesque mirage
the slumbering synapses of my mind may spawn
Alas! …

Blue me a love song
polka dot my soul
with this Ombre shade of hope
hum sapphire lullabies
I can see as I slumber
in that Indigo hour
before midnight escorts
me into your arms, my love.

~

Confetti me a gala
periwinkle my heart with
a dash of skyblue
where our familiar dance sprinkles
cornflower balloons
from the heavens
every pop a giggle
of joy, my love.

~

Needle me a spruce simmer my journey to that once in a blue moon let everyday be Monday nourish my mind and body with your Crayola treasure trove as I scale…

I Don’t Know When
Your Head Started
Playing Hop Scotch
In My Head
But My Pussy Knew
Suffice It To Say
You’re More
Than Enough

But I’ll Never
Get Enough
Of You
My Iron Man
Taming Me With

Your Iron Rod
Your MIG
In Mine
Me, Myself And
My Pretty
Poontang
Falling To
My Knees

Match Between
My Teeth
Throwing
Fire
With My Tongue

Embers Slowly
Flickering
Waiting To
Somersault Airborne
To Keep
This Mission
Alive

Incited By
Kosmic Kisses
A Blanket
Of Skin
And Just Enough
Hot Coals
Wishing This
Fire Walking Game
Never To end
Standing Erect

Heads…

a royal blue
funeral pyre
of bloody earth
may have dodged
the gauntlet
but lost the game

ashen remains
evermore in
dripping
cobalt sundae
art deco style
blown glass
you floating
dust-like
consummating
this death-vase

my every gaze
a jolting
bolt peddling
lightspeed
riding through
mind’s synapses
a one way

t
i
c
k
e
t

to the point of
no return

when I blinked
you were gone
flashing pupils
mine
lapping up
memories
the bittersweet
era

era called
your life
basking in
your quirky light
refusing to
to swallow
raw bitters whole
putting a cork

in the abyss once…

Full moon over the shopping mall —
in a display window’s silent light
the naked mannequin observes her fingernails- “Spring Fashions” — Boulder, CO 1979, Allen Ginsberg’s Collected Poems (1947–1980)

And the stage director said
let there be light
and there was light
fluorescently buzzing photons
amid the choir of
hurried onlookers

porcelain skin exuding
sweet Dior scent
swathed in velvety silk
hopped up in leather n’ lace
dripping ruby
from her syrupy voice

trilling money and
selling beauty
in a starry night
a backdrop to life
humming a masterpiece
to her ingenue façade

as the sun exits surfing through…

~Kiss me and you will see how important I am- Sylvia Plath

Lap up liquid gold of my mind
A kiss like yours is so hard to find

Tracing those lips I’m hard pressed to find
A Russian Roulette left simply to chance

This love Roulette left simply to chance
High stakes raise this pot of romance

Blue eyes, vast sea, gaze at my lips
My eyes, a window to my mouth, take a sip

Please swallow my soul and take a dip
As clouds like waves ripple across my sky

Your stories scatter paint across my sky As we…