Words

Words


sands
snails
several shells
verses loose
galloping
at random
by spaces
so scattered
They are my only
Trumps.
Fascination in your reflexes
in your sex,
your mouth.
Greed explicit
implicit desire
Hedonic morning;
although nocturnal
Vacant for your eyes.
Your fears,
your breasts
and fears.
Schisms and designs
your signs
magma
in magna
emotion
monsoon
Which penetrate
Depth in sophistry
Rhymes of materials in the early
Semantics of mantras
Litany of ...

Many times I thought I'd pick you
Bring me your smile
And even your tricks.
Messages in bottles
or big letters
the waves come and go.

But the train was
the chest was.
Ruminate each day
How much are not.