Satin hand in velvet glove
Belly to buttocks, bodies enfurled.
Touching lugano- like softest fuzz
Bodies infused,
By this sublime love.

She repeats each word, before it's said.
Internalized and well rehearsed
Silently whispering:
"I know you better,
than what's in my head".

Exalted in the nakedness of Being
abandoned in moments
Not wanton, but wanting
no more than this
Spent feeling.

We interact and find a track that leads to sheer digression,
grounds for misunderstandings that lead to sad aggression.
why do we do these things, when we know not all is clear,
we explode with our controversies, and hide behind our fear.

When all along it isn't really what at first was meant,
a sudden thrown out snide remark can make us soon relent,
we jump with our reactions far too fast,
and break up our good friendships made to last.

There are no gentle movements
into a calm goodnight

there is a rage
of intemperance
in the stupidity
of attempting to mark,
as to be in memory

there is no remembrance

as one I arrived bare
maggots my butlers,
devouring each and every
shedding,
eventually
being their main
course

a life in circles moves

a thousand years
shall pass in the spinifex,
the dust shall blow
across the page
of my existence

scratching out all
I ever was

Tasseled red lacquered chandeliers
Delicate muraled rice wallpaper
With quotes from Li Po
soft oriental carpets
Black minimalist chairs and tables
Subtly discordant Zhong-Hu melody
Steaming Lo Mein

Overstuffed nose ringed
Bleached blonde waitress
Stainless steel utensils