A Singular Cig

Warm velvet curls in circles around me
Tickling embers touch my every cell
Like sinking under the waters of a warm bath
Its weight pressing me into submission
Frost bites at my extremities
Reminding me of reality

Stop

I want to stay here forever
My limbs leaden with relaxation
I linger just a little longer in limbo
Then muster a semblance of standing
Words, worlds wobblling wierdly around me
I wonder hazily, happily
What is reality?
Movement weakens my grasp on the passing whimsy
Will I return for future fantastical escapes?
Deliciously devilish delights

I wonder
My mind wanders
Body wants
But brain bursts in to breate me
I wonder
Who will win this battle--body, brains, beliefs?
All I know
Is I enjoyed every ounce of it
While it lasted...

Dadaism isn't dead--I made this from word collaging

New Views

You CAN go home again!
Give it your best shot.
(Actually mean this)
Mission: Triumph.
Agenda: You.
Focus.
Go there.
Influence power, new views, real solutions.
Confront perplexing reality.
Humor and imagination have awesome effects.
Sense a vision of the future--
You.
The only light you'll ever need.

Flower of Hope

Petals peel back gently, with kind caresses.
Some fall aways voluntarily.
The fragil folds
Hold a heart glimmering gold.
Whispered words
Bring gusts that send its glitter sailing.

In the shimmering sun, pollen shines with hope--
Of life begun anew, love that's true.
Where winds wander
I can only ponder.
This I know--
The flower has found its purpose.

birds and the bees, dogs and cats in trees, love lives and things such as these

Baby maybe this poor cat is hissing.
That kitten's always underfoot, licking her paws
I think she likes you..
She won't leave.
And you're wearing a button up?
It's nice.
Then this purring whirling stirs the air.
Her voice so way down low you can barely hear her.
So fucking fancy and feline.
The fierce flirty flick of a feminine tail.
Fiasco.
Baby maybe I don't care.
One faltering footfall,
And you leap into the lion's den.
I'll let go--less is more with you.
I keep a canine.
A constant.

Your Kiss

Lemon lingers languidly on my lips.
Remnants of the sultry citrus burst--
Your kiss.
A dull ache, my hunger for more is endless.
Voila and velvet revolves around me.
I escape into oblivion.
My bliss.
Sometimes this sunshine burns away the darkness.

Salutations Lads and Lasses

poetry will ensue.........now!