wick a sheath, ember
charred then spark
reminds me, what feels any other way isn't anyway
consider laughing, slashing, grinding you
to maim or hump
either way
tomatos + salt + pepper + mayo on soft white bread
seven, please
what do you mean by that
lighting the corners of things
heel toe heel electric
your lips razors of flesh
i can hear sound in sound
turn down the air
rushing
my ears are
a villiage
arsonists
paris is burning
paradiddles
now on the edge of that spoon
soft curves feminine
form plump meat
what was he for halloween
anyhow
diamonds have edges
seven feet thick
every hair
grows inward
tickling thoughts I haven't
had.
scent, wind clash - the soft silence of without, the dancing of quiet, the marvel of the circus of 'be'.
carry me.
