My heart sucks in waters of love,
No one knew i was shipwrecked
Before the wreckage
I was pretty piled up with pure conscience.

Thanks to this love!

Moon light slips and seeps to touch
your delightful savoury curves as I peep
let my fingers trace their softness
to bring you pleasure quivers of joy,

Uncovered your glow with warmth
tremble in desire as my tongue probes
freely invade the privacy of your body
taking turns to lick dig and delve with zeal,

Raving uproars, barbaric clamour for more
induce a mayhem of desperation within
surge of a breathless surrender to my whim
cool work, widen’s resources to my glee,

You must feel the heartbreak in the minor chord
You must feel the urgency of perfect pitch
From a choir echoing in the catacombs
You must praise the bees heavy with pollen
Whose buzzing is an engine of spinning wings
You must stare into the eyes of the Odalisque
You must embrace the lions engorged with meat
And allow the crippled vultures to eat the bones
You must accept the cruel indifference of pain
Which screams and cries in wordless shock
You must rejoice in lust and nakedness

We are each
Haunted or blessed
In our waking.

We are all
On a private
Or social
Schedule,

Going forward.

Does the deer
Have trouble
Rousing itself,
Come evening --

With the frightening
Thoughts of hunters
Or mountain lions,
Or home-bound traffic
On too hard streets?

Or does waking
Come easily,
Eager to see
The red sun
In the western sky,

The long, sweet
Face of its
Brother or sister
Again?