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Marmalade

I am your Marmalade
A little sweet and a little tart
I am your little tart
Marmalade

I slip under your covers
While you sleep
Nuzzle close
Will you dream of me?

On sleepless nights
I will bring you dreams
In my mouth, I will bring them
Would you wake and take them?

I am your Marmalade
A little sweet and a little tart
I am your little tart
Marmalade

Heels

On the heels of jeopardy
Let it not bite
As little dogs whine at turned toes
Upon cigarettes, lit
And sorry cries from jowls on high
Bring tears from bowel afire
Sweet love’s desire
Fan the fires
Of makeshift forts filled with love’s
Desire
On empty fields, spread wild flowers
Take one breath, traded by the hour
To fill empty rows with blossoms, bloom
Take my heart and join with your
Tomb

Beach comber

Come with me to the beach
Comb sands and comb me
I am your sandy shore
With shells
Shall you see me?
On windy shores
My hair sweeps toward fingers
Ready to part my waves
Pull me to you
My blonde locks ready to
Unlock dreams from distant
Ocean's
Waves, of blonde
Spend hours combing my hair
You'd make me drift
Heavy lids draw you within
As your fingers pull my heart strings
Comb my hair on a sandy beach


Engineer Mountain

Iron shoes tap into the
Trailhead
At the base of Engineer Mountain
I looked up, daunted
My mare, confident
Together we crossed meadows
Through raining Aspen leaves
Taking rest by a trout's creek

My girl's mouth worked the bit
While I leaned towards a granite face
Prepared to launch vertical
Towards heaven, my heart, still far below
We climbed
It felt as if I rode the ocean's waves
My body tossed higher and higher
With every lunge

I dared not look down
As my horse did have wings
We touched hanging clouds that once
Moved steadily above me
Together, a beast carried me with
Courage
Beyond the tree line
Into the sky
On Engineer Mountain my mare did fly


Mind

My eyes fixate on hazel gems
That crown a smile, broad and tender
With words that warrant a
Return to sender
Consideration for an invitation to my
Chamber

Welcome to my eccentric dwelling
To my taste would you be willing?
Have a seat and use those eyes
And view my collage of images and words
Nothing bland in this world of mine
Once you have visited my mind


Part

I took him inside of me
Willingly
And now he will always be a part of me

Nothing grew except an experience
Willingly
And now that will always be a part of me

I don't know if I wish for
Amnesia or old memories
For the part that will always be a part of me


moon

he is like a succulent fruit
irrigating furrows of dusty plains
that once gushed greenery thick and rich
my eyes tear up at the memories of
ravenous meals made of moans and squeals
sweet meats of yore
filling more than bellies
i cried out for the stars
mapping big dippers and f*ck whippers
the lot not enough
as if my void was limitless
like the sky
and if i could be his constellation
i would capture his Milkyway with spoons
cast by greedy hands
and bathe my flesh with warm white happiness
spilled from his generous fountain
illuminated by the moon's smile upon ripe
pore's open mouths
hungering for a sip of heaven


blanket

let me be your blanket
i will cover you and keep you warm
i will wrap myself around you
become your layer of skin
and i will feel your heart's loving song
sing to me
let us share our bodies
and turn lonely shivers into
warm embraces while gazing at
long lost faces
listening to beloved voices
speaking words of love
in your bed
i will be your blanket


to be continued