Another day spent chasing a dollar
I'd rather have a doll
to bounce and ball her
...
And there is this moment
of thousand petaled moments
brilliantly veiled obsidian sights
...
We are in the water closet
adjacent perpendicular mirrors
you sink ninety degrees on vertical
teeth brushing body bent axis horizontal
...
Thunderstorm welling swelling
fluid for flowers cooling
...
I have daisies
for Misses Murphy
soft tender sheets
finest felt flannel
...
Your poet kisses
long, full lung whispers
warmest of wondrous
unimagined wishes
...