dance for me now..
take off your top..
scratch your back..
tickle your tummy..
just one more time..
I promise not to tell
your mommy..
what goes on behind
the closed yellow door
is what's left inside
our sick little heads
60 minutes..
not just some stuffy
news programme
but how long we're
together in bed..
sometimes it's gentle
and other times it's rough
there's some chalky talk
scratch acid moldy bread
and dreams of you
running through my head..
makes no nevermind..
moments..flashes..
sparks of all kinds..
living inside me..
I slipped off the
sidewalking stares
and glances from people..
cryogenetic frozen apples
and pears..left me only
bleeding from my side
5 points on the pentagram
stars..kindly reminds us
spirit and elements too..
we are all connected..
and still very human..
By Rick Weber
November 30, 2011
copywritten
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