Monday, January 12, 2009

ªlargest Bootyª



I will paint the sky with clouds your
color of your eyes honey extract and distill
with it in your body every beautiful

I sprayed perfume all over the field after
and when the butterflies come to them
say your name

chrysalis which
liberate destruction of your kiss the exquisite feeling
and go flying with her to wherever you


waves splashed cadent


compass of your voice going to fill that
to listen as they grow
tree leaves your hair stroking


stars that are leaving at dawn
I ask you to stay