and the typewriter;
its' published
lover.
yawn of the blender combining
new possibilities of written
already.
innocent behaviour sheds a tear
in moans:
a lovers' epic tale of breathes taken
fast. slow purpose jackets
around their stealth pine heat.
tree theme depicting his shattered eyes through
opaque windows and listening well walls;
wish me empty.
frames of erotic sutras
with unreliable hands painting
me a mortal escape. magnetic sexual
obsessive ink cuddles with my
inner Gypsy Picasso.
A placebo titled
hither with pleasures
i need now.
open to our story short enough
to exhale through thin uneven veins.
inhale.
oh,
mother of materialism
nude.
naked
me
empty.
