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The Softest Part

The softest part of a woman
Is not where you may think

Behind the ears 
in the mouth 
or lips of petal pink

inside the knee
inner thigh
you still have not to find
the tender place…
it’s not her face
or curve against the spine

her finger tips
bloom of hips
the nipple, or the eyes
beneath the breast 
 just a test 
to know you really tried

a trick you say!
if not the cradled
skin between the toes
a game to play
who finds the way?
who can really know?

The softest part of a woman though
is nowhere you can touch

with fingertips
or open lips
it’s nothing of the such

Emotion…
you might say above
is everything she lives
but not just love
and then it is
her willingness to give

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Enemy Inside

rip open my chest
look inside, dig around
flesh, bone, bloody mess
knife cutting down

search every inch
bellow the stomach, spline
my hands are drenched
in fluid and cream

Slice open the pipes
cut off the air
I’d rather die
than live this share

It must be inside
I feel it so much
Something that slides
avoiding the touch

If I could cut
straight through the muscle
into that hole
hear it russell

against my back bone
clenching with threat
sitting like stones
I’ll cast it a net

Damn the liver
it gets in the way
I must see what it is
something must pay

Don’t stop at the lungs
it wraps them tight
it hides and it runs
needing no light

cut open my chest
from forward to side
cut this death
leave it no where to hide

It steels all the grace
I beg for at night
and leaves me a taste
of evil’s delight

If I could just look in
feel it and touch
the misery friend
i wish I could clutch

hold it out high
for all to see
this is what life
has made of me

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I'M Stuffed!

I wanna spread you thin, 
creamy, on a bagel
toasted
fresh
hot
savor each bite
lick you off - 
my fingers 
the corner of my mouth…
I’ll leave a bit to make you laugh.
Save it for later
I’ll say it’s a snack 
if I get hungry before I get back

I wanna sauté you in garlic 
…with peppers - hot
salt..
cheese..
the flavor in oil 
infuse with your leaves
over a salad.. inside a soup
tomatoes
red onions
brown rice.. a scoop
not to dilute 
or over power
the taste of your skin
lightly 
dusted in flour

sizzle and pop
drizzle a dop
I’d make you a doughnut 
if I were a cop
or better yet 
I think an éclair
cream in the middle
squeeze you right there
in a coffee cup
some on my chin
lick it off 
…and squeeze you again

I wanna bake you in broth
400 degrees
wine 
sauce
caper goat cheese
stuff you with seafood
potatoes 
brie
serve you with scallops 
fresh from the sea.

reduce you to thickened,
sauce made with cream
jiggle your gravy
poach you and steam
fry you in butter 
sugar your spleen!

I’m stuffed...your love
feast for a king

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I Disappear

I loose my self
in myself
and fear
often times
I disappear
not always so
as youth
as man
young the heart
i still could stand
outside gates
in every core
but weak
I hide now
close the door
peer out through
the looming night
see the man
who sits outside
empty of
his other part
hiding in
the lonely heart
I loose my self
and then I fear
you've lost a part
of me
in tears
one drop containing
each a piece
of what you thought
your love would be
I fail
I will, be lost sometimes
gone in fancies
of my crime
penance for
and from the slave
I am now, lost
in other days
I fear
too often
worry much
ten million thoughts
I can not clutch
like a fighter
seeing three
head shot punch
witch one is me
I loose myself
myself I fear
will loose you
when I disappear

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Medicine

medicine
grant me grace
walking through
this ghost of faith

burn the edge
of my desire
numb the burn
red of fire

medicine
my dullest friend
let me wake
and sleep again

blur my fate
bring me low
humble quiet
liquid soul

medicine
dream no more
search not of
look not for

passion's gate
deep within
dreams will float
a lake of sin

medicine
oh life unsure
blurring  days
a quiet cure

yes I thought
more in youth
now a lie
blessed truth

medicine 
your will is mine
live between
space of time

bring me forth
heaven's gate
lacking love's
forgiven hate

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The Moment I Woke

I Lay in bed 
   coffee
      smoke
My dreams didn’t start
till the moment I woke
 
I’ve been awake
  wash
      eat
I dressed for work 
but just couldn’t leave
  
you brush a hand across my chest
unaware of my restlessness

fluttering eyes
   dream
        lay
your ears are uncovered 
do you hear what I say
 
whisper love
    touch
       purr
a kiss to your breast
a naked stir
 
you brush a hand across my chest
unaware of my restlessness

covers removed
    deep
      arc
I trace the spine
to the back of your heart
 
close my eyes
   tongue
          lips
I make a line
to curve of your hips

you brush a hand across my chest
unaware of my restlessness

stir and stretch
    stretch
         yawn
you open your eyes
to find I was gone

you Lay in bed
   coffee 
      smoke
your dreams didn’t start
till the moment I woke

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My Daughter, My Queen

My daughter, my Queen
as Solomon said, you are above
the crown on my head
from rubble and stone
gates for a throne
Queen, daughter, Queen
mysterious home 
of pride and lust
forgive me intrust
not what man will give
but take what you must
Power you wield
no doubt in my vein
the blood that is cold 
in warmth you will claim
what is your position
with faith as a seed
man whose fruition
is boasting to bleed
my Queen my throne
thorn in my head
blessed of water
ancient we shed
blackened cough
scares in the skin
Queen have you paid 
too much for a sin
remember the garden
fruit of the sun
you offered me there
a kingdom undone
naked your breast
no temple of shame
I took of your fruit
gave you my name
Queen prophetic
knowing us so
Why you embrace
our invisible soul
sure, God willed
or something the same
man of the dust
woman the rain
Queen of a temple
so Godless, until 
Queen, oh my daughter
your blossom would heal

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A Woman's Breast

Her breast they weigh
on thin blouse - flush
no restraint
against the shoulder - brush
a gentleman’s heart, breath
(thus)
a woman’s breast
we’re born to Trust

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Have You Seen the Movie

Have you seen the movie
you know the one
Woody Allen, 
the call girl, son

That’s my favorite
Mango 
sauce, 
sushi 
sashimi 
land of the lost

bad Santa, Will Farrell
Italian singers, 
Bach, 
Beethoven
your little fingers

Try this salad
Thai and sweet
I’m getting fat
what shall we eat

Chianti is good
neath these lights
sangria, and chili
lets cook tonight

have you read this book
War and Peace
I wanted to, someday
but wait for me

we’ll read each chapter
a verse in our bed
have you read
Gabriel Marquez 

 I’m feeling depressed
in one of my moods
coffee is best
when laying with you

Blender
high speed
look at it go
garlic 
oil 
oregano

make me a drink
the one that I like
Mexican food sounds good tonight



I love the feel
the look of this bar
shadows
light
particular charm

tell me that joke
tell it to him
the Scottish one
to my Scottish friend

Lets get a boat
fly a kite
go to new york
stay up all night

God is agape
do you know what that means
real Chili, you know
doesn’t have beans

I had a dream
It made me so angry
I don’t like Tabasco
on chicken fried gravy

Damn that’s hot,
I’m starting to cry
quit rubb’n your chin
without you I’d die

after we kiss
how far do we go
your driving is crazy
stay on the road

I think I have loved you
all of my life
my mother was his
birth midwife

chop up the garlic
pour me some wine
I think vinyl siding, 
a capitol crime

wood 

floors

solid 

doors

a big back yard
a book case of course

can’t answer my phone
I’m quiet today
you know how I get
all there or away 

buffalo burgers
tawaka and fries
”the best in the world” 
ya right, that’s a lie!

But I do like these chips
take a picture with one
cashews from India
or Vietnam
 
drink your water
I swear that I will
you never told me that water can kill!!

tomatoes, fresh 
I’ll pay with my cash
I love you so much I could (censord) !

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The Seed

How strange indeed, I wonder
This weight of dreams I’m under
lost on paths of planted seed
I bare the wrath of fruitless trees

In fear of Lies, Life and truth
I find you there, beyond my youth
Further than, my heart could go
you lay you down, like a road

That ever was, and still will lead
to the root, of barren seed
and ask me now, how could it grow?
The waters deep but never flow

without Centrific energy
going out and back to me
through the failings of a man
and a woman’s grasping hand

with tears a flood, our cheeks a stain
but bring us life, like summer rain
for thirsty tongues that yearned to say,
the flood of years, all tucked away

for flower spring, where lovers kiss
and dig the earth in cautiousness 
to find the seed, that couldn’t grow
become the love, they’ll ever know