A Dandy Day for Dapper Feet to Trod Trails of Love Languished
Pebbles crunch beneath my soles:
"scrunch, crunch, scrunch, crunch, scrunch,"
sound direction leading to a secret place
where I can unload some pent up affection
reserved for the worthy
who never ask for return on investment.
Love like pearls like
constant touches of caressing flesh
on flesh: skin to skin
metamorphoses into words of meaning
in streams of electrifying poesy:
convulsing orgasmic centered intent.
Where else can battered souls
blemished by knaves of moronic banality
define their inner beauty otherwise
hidden in deepest chambers of creative
vulcanization achieve relief
only floating on waves of brilliant stardust?