That last day in April,
You will remember the fire that was in my eyes, dancing
But then you were the water carelessly extinguishing it.
That last day in the cold of April
You will look at the hearth and think of me
And your efforts to make a...
Who hopes to find water amidst a fire?
To quell a fierce rage, so fiery
Start and dance in those fires
No trouble, I get scorched not.
How about we get married,
How about away we get carried,
Intense feelings driving us to such absurdity.
He was desperate,
I was lonely,
When he asks you how many kissed your sun, tell him.
Smile and show him how their fingers traced the ridges and edges of your petals.
If he asks you how many opened you up and read you,
Word by word,
And the spaces in between with intermittent pauses,...
This is for all the boys with fingers longer than their feelings
For all the boys who touched without touching and left imprints heavier than life.
For those who could never stretch their emotions enough,
This is for you whose heart is so empty and hollow...
I am the kind of woman who loves with eyes closed
I am the kind that loves with open thighs
And laughs with my eyes.
And who cares if I stand and open my legs like an easel
Eagerly waiting for a dripping pen to touch my canvas!
It is warm, wet and easy
With a promise of ecstasy.
A promise of leisure
When the arousals demanded pleasure.
The once pretty pink petals
Picked and pricked at a price!
Ravishing strokes of manhood.
Drinking from the nectar fountain.
Once learning to love on the back,
While earning in lust.
Oh the dark alleys,...