she drifts,
like hush of the eerie night
a plume of crimson roses
her gazing starlit eyes.
...
Walk among the mindless ostrich
in the asphalt fields and concrete steel
poison breeze, oily weeds
...
the drifting poet....)
Virgin
she drifts,
like hush of the eerie night
a plume of crimson roses
her gazing starlit eyes.
gentle and careless,
her nipples stood erect
radiant under the piercing
light, as her vanilla thighs
glow, warm blanket
against the December cold;
my flaming pheromone.