darling it's been awhile,
since my neck was held back ---while---
you whip me around your track--
hair tangled, orange and blue--
the spots in my eyes, my mouth knowing you--
my body it cries;
ancient dialect like nails it goes in
and arched the hanging ---parts of me appear thin
our hearts they are clanging.
my chesty cavern fills with sweet prize
like spongey cake --you--rise
and ending my dreams are orange in blue
the love in my heart, and knowing you
my work of art.
Tickle your toes. . .
where are my garden gloves to weed out your evils? where are my rubber gloves to scrub off your stupid? where are my surgical gloves to cut ...
"do not argue. please stay silent. smile and nod. remember etiquette first. do not speak. unless spoken to. no opinions please." y...
I swing in a mini skirt and pill box hat, cat-eyes and pompadour hair, wild in my Stiletto-heeled shoes- and I skulk in a monk dress with th...