Red Hot Desire!
goodness....sweet sweet
goodness of life
stretched to the limit
love rubber-banding
long pull
back
back
back
my memory leads me
leashed to that one image
that image
of her.....fucking, her....
she spilled my concentration
across the tablecloth
that which once lay
sheet of pure white
now tiedyed in rainbows
-psychedlic eyes
perched upon the beauty
one table right
blonde hair
so very soft
her complexion
non finer could be dreamed
she pointed her out to me
i had to look - she knows
and there she sat
i was lead to believe her legs
were stunning sculptures of flesh
eros aroused - bowstring pulled tight
the straight and arrow must sail
unbound across the room,
it is the memory
ony the memory
that lingers of what was
totally there
at the moment
some sort of
vargas pinup
what ? what?
yes. yes.
beauty is to behold
on a valentines night
her eyes brought me back
and those memories...!!!
that times the two
discovering country
discovering ourselves
and the possiblilty of one
but it was that growth
that marvelous union
of two in love
that stole old dreams
and sold them to cheap pawns
on dirty street corners
littered with poems
that never captured reality
as we beheld the joy of love
and laffed we did
as we crossed the land
had in hand
we drove across the hiways
westerly was our direction
and
bamm...
san fran
'the city' as we obediately called her
a homage that was called for
came in riddles of disbelief
for these streets crossed
corners with a rich history
thick with a uniqueness
that burned into ones memory
tattooed across the chest
"i must cec'"
