you want her
you need her
you love her
but she aint real
...
joined by life Joined by death
our true love
True tears
we shed True blood we bled
...
I write poems
because I have these thoughts
that just won't go away
I try to make them leave
...
It might be some pleasure
or it might be some pain,
Still you're wide open, wide
open in the rain,
...
Just a shadow
in the fading light
a candle burning slowly
in the darkest night-
...
Loud as
thunder beautiful
as spring; early as
morning sunrise.
...
Perfumed enticement: her
body
is begging his body
to come his excitement
...
You were a good little girl,
I was a good little boy, and
Baby together we had a good thing going!
...
A face crumbling from its
Tower of beauty
And naked bones
In their becoming
...
Where sex is the slave; not the master,
The whole-
Finish is faster.
Apple hangs longer
...