As promised...
Dip, hip
Provoking a falsetto voice
Trembling over notes of sexy
Sad jazz Hips hooked anchored by your smell
Arms legs harmonized moving like
Medusa Serpentine
Sensual connection though one warm and
One cool they still mix instead of sinking to the
Bottom Chemistry is funny like that
Isn’t it perfect how body parts fit into other body parts
Head into shoulder Hip into waist
We catch fire not red and orange but blue turning
Us into coals Though not contained by
Stonehenge people are smoked out by
our heat giving us our own Hades where all the jewels
are pomegranates Niche to niche my curve runs over your hand
As we walk home boxed in by square lighted Christmas
Trees steam curls off of me as I cool but you
don’t offer me your coat And hydrophobic once
again we both look but neither of us can find a match so we try to
use a cigarette and I remember that I hate smoking So I touch your
Face and we are the same temperature Luke-warm is not
lucky so my lips go to form twenty words but I only say two Perfect timing
with the morning glories stretching toward us in despair And the sound
of pollution masks the click of my stilettos
Any way. To get the effect of the lines, make it go to a full screen page.
I need to add more to the 2 stanza. Comments wlecome but don't make me cry. Annnnnd thats all.
Provoking a falsetto voice
Trembling over notes of sexy
Sad jazz Hips hooked anchored by your smell
Arms legs harmonized moving like
Medusa Serpentine
Sensual connection though one warm and
One cool they still mix instead of sinking to the
Bottom Chemistry is funny like that
Isn’t it perfect how body parts fit into other body parts
Head into shoulder Hip into waist
We catch fire not red and orange but blue turning
Us into coals Though not contained by
Stonehenge people are smoked out by
our heat giving us our own Hades where all the jewels
are pomegranates Niche to niche my curve runs over your hand
As we walk home boxed in by square lighted Christmas
Trees steam curls off of me as I cool but you
don’t offer me your coat And hydrophobic once
again we both look but neither of us can find a match so we try to
use a cigarette and I remember that I hate smoking So I touch your
Face and we are the same temperature Luke-warm is not
lucky so my lips go to form twenty words but I only say two Perfect timing
with the morning glories stretching toward us in despair And the sound
of pollution masks the click of my stilettos
Any way. To get the effect of the lines, make it go to a full screen page.
I need to add more to the 2 stanza. Comments wlecome but don't make me cry. Annnnnd thats all.