*******
dark chocolate cognition
the taste is that to dream of
I sit and dream for hours
cold showers
cold showers
cold showers
but still I dream
of dark chocolate
if only this was on my lips
sucking and loving
every last bite
at night it's the worse
a delivery's only a
telephone call away
caramel centers
melting in your mouth
oh sweet dark chocolate
every taste
every
over
and I throw the wrapper away
*******
the sunrise sings sweetly
since our skin's sweating
froze the forgetting
remembering everything
every last detail
iced on the top
don't stop don't stop don't stop
when you're on top
love you love you a lot
where did you come from
where are you to
where can I catch back up with you
when you're within the skin
it only begins
unless it's a sin
but you kissed goodbye
you called hello
obviously that means something
love ya love ya love ya a lot
science
you read
so eloquently
with such grand
vocabulary
to each his need
you breathe and breathe
communism
into fruitation
savoring such sweet sensation
sunrise
I realize
I'm alive
when can I arrive
to lie one more time inside
*******
you float into me
with excitement written on your face
or so you said two days later
God pulled it this way
drinking dazed in the days
as we lazed between lays
dreaming away
in Zen
thoughtless and timeless
you're comfortable to lay with
that might not seem important
but it makes me joy
it's important
you say
a qualifier
for fear it'll go the wrong way
and you laugh and say
it's the same way
with you
sunrise
slowly slides across the sky
being one with you
as God intended
slide slide across sky
until it is done
and we lay comfortably
*******
seeing so it seems
you're a dream of a beam
yellow and green
with blue hidden too
a castle of sand
at the end of the land
I'm beginning to understand
she creates and dispose
all of her clothes
shielding bruises built by blows
well what do you know
that's where you should go
'cause where else would you go
the sun settles down
and the surf screams loud
but the building was always bound
well, it's a nice night
might even be right
but at least there's starlight
*******
sunshine slips and slides
through the bark and leaves
as you pedal ahead
underneath
above the cool concrete
we ride and ride and ride
into dusk
as if a must
water, you say
as you pull aside
clenched in your hand
pouring into your mouth
hydrating spiritually
you smile
this is not innocent
but intense and forbidden
holy and secretitive
as we ride farther and farther
side by side
or in a line
however opposing traffic decides
to follow and swallow
long dark legs cyclical movement
forward and upward
backward and downward
as her hips remain
seated and steady
willing and ready
and besides
we chat about idle, simple things
but not like the old things
as we read between the lines
laughing, aware in the other's
ability to read between
but keep reading between
because it sweetens
and heightens
the sensation of
the strawberry
dying to be
sucked, smothered, and swallowed
the riding and riding and riding
tremendous and tiring
intense and inspiring
as you smile and speak softly
illuminated by
steadily sporatic slips of sunshine
Summer 2005