come-hither part II

come-hither

my sweet

my loins

are tempted

the mood

an arrogance

of satisfaction

the anticipation itching

your thighs on my thighs

legs pirouetting

intimate tango

on panoramic

so come-hither

my love

my loins

are tempted

in the mud

today i had moments of vulnerability

lost in depression

my self esteem

like mash

my pride tested

outer smile bronzed

i take a deep breath

the results swallowed

in stride

the pretty

where will i be

without the pretty

where would the simple be

without the difficult

will i be lost

like an episode of lost

will the pretty

still be there

will the pretty

still be there

when the shoes run out

when my make-up dries

when the dresses run thicker & longer

will the pretty

still be there

will i be able

to keep the pretty

from losing its sin

will the pretty

be the benefactor

will this pretty

still be there

talia, apache princess

a wee talent

in a young shell

becomes a rose

lovely she is

sweet as a date

her adorable

smile travels great

a swim meet with sharks

cold blooded

butterflies with gills

beyond the horizon

black tips mako

lemons in a pen

water bubble hearts

rise in temperature

the sunlight

piercing through

long shadows

of speed and stroke

a rippling tube for

many hope

the finish line

tessie

a dog bark

in a sound

of a tenor

sings over

the ocean waves

high tide twilight

moon beams glow

at which music notes feel

her bite heavy

vanishing

in tone

el loco pollo

fried, grilled, or stewed

chicken is good food

belly consuming

mouth watering

white and dark meat

a savory strut

smashing!

hatchet throwing

booze drinking

fire startin'

good times

friends, amigos, homies

good times

still images

of memorable frames

sentimental and cherished

good times

laughter

gut-busting

to oddball

good times

compassionate

loyal

fun

good times

unforgettable

loving

rapturous

enchanted

good times

open flight

altered perceptions

revealing zen

a calming

disposition

introspective being

contemplation day dreams

a mirror image of oneself

dusk

eerie illusions

optimal sight conclusions

strange may this thing seem

faith

sacrifice for idea

heal the sin for success

the water purified

ash wednesday

the knowing better

the man

armed and dangerous

a man of issues prowl

cruising half speed

through the city

unaware innocents retired

clever and guile

into the night

the man of issues

retorts his stance

unassuming of the demand

the man of issues

justified in the scene

becomes the man

war vet

i stand alone

surrounded by nazis

me alone hidden

with my m1928 submachine gun

browning hp

and one german stick grenade

the calvary fifteen minutes away

my nerves racing

my hands still calm

the air smelling

like the fourth of july

i slow my breathing

i play psychic

look into the crystal ball

replay my moves

and surprise attack

my handgun at the ready

the trigger to my

thompson wielded to my finger

i unload with ferocity

accuracy and adrenaline

looking like robocop

in fatigues

i take out

kill

shots to the head

bullets chopping off

limbs blowing holes

spreading crimson graffiti

on walls and ceilings

i survive the threat

the hitler threat

bring on the japs

the koreans

the vietcong

the russians

the terrorists

the taliban

al qaeda

the dictators

and their mothers

my war cry piercing

my chest out high

i am a war vet

feel my lead

all these years

all these years

i keep missing you

my body and soul

surrendered in your embrace

my arms like vice grips

holding onto you

my memory sharp

like the day i was born

remembering all moments

passionate to endearing

your caresses

charming like a child's dimple

beautiful as you are

loyal as you are

all these years

i keep missing you

you are my love

you are my home

you are my motivation

i love you so much

my mind intoxicated

with words

thinking of adjectives

hallucinating on your smell

all these years

i keep missing you

escapism

i escape

the inescapable

the mental

the restless

the weary

the stupid

the dreaded

the weak

the wounded

the lost

for what i escape

i surpass

down between

the looking glass

i see myself granted

bestowed upon me

my everlasting prison

eternal flame

in the night

a playful whisper

is heard through

the candlelight language

i follow this language

around the corner

only to hear

a young bellow wind

flow across the spectacle

a weirdly stance ensues

people a passionate faith

becomes a common

even children play

wherever i go

this language

proven so powerful

i am hypnotized

mystical may it seem

only science-fiction

proves the latter

citric acid

the sound of taste

is mesmerized by

the throngs of

four fingered

homo sapiens idaltu

they listen to the crunch

they listen to the chew

four toed homo rhodesiensis

don't care for taste

only that for pleasure

to fight and to consume

the male and

females both cook

neither is satisfied

only to their delight

swim creatures

taste better sour denaturalized

with onions, chili, salt and pepper

whiskey tango foxtrot

confucius say

"no matter where you go

there you are"

i say

"transcendent like a wave

only smaller than

an atom's toenail

the color is washed"

they say

"what the fuck"

feed the masses

feed the world

like farmers

feed their livestock

feed the minds

with winds that

carry across oceans

feed the hunger

with the desire of

wolves

feed the peace

like it's the 1960's

feed humanity bull shit

like a disease

and vomit remains

dive in

pondering feelings

underneath a new world

facing challenges

like blue whales

crossing oceans

following a path

destined for surprise

the day has come

my heart open

lead me to dive

my fear will unveil

i impel myself

i'm prepared to thrive

no ultimatum

too steep

no waters

too deep

i confront the worst

head on

feet first

morning coffee

i awoke high

endorphinated on

spicy food and sex

jazz music creating a mood

it must be morning

my lower body

a distance of

about two feet from her

i smile

near to the floor

i sit back on the bed

my right leg

touching her right leg

i contemplate

early sun light

begins to brighten the room

thoughts of touching her

again i smile

she looks so sexy sleeping

her sweet fragrance fused

with fornicated air

i grow desirous

i get up out of bed

walk to the kitchen

craving oatmeal and strawberries