Hmmmmm(feel my heart)

Let's collect all the little pieces of me:

the things I think,

how little I know.

So first there's release of body

on cool surfaces,

something real-undisputed-

among everything else.

then the magic lists begin,

endless, my canyons of discrete infinity

(i wish i saw them such...)

a felted apple-dome skull,

after being in the office's corset for hours,

seasick heart-to-heart,

you fickle tide, you glowing sister.

also, imaginary:

tucked in a tucked away village

rapunzel's tresses on a muslin'd maid

and her prince among firs--

there's a castle beyond with a banquet hall

full of baked apples and silks.

don't worry.

an apartment in london, pick a decade:

thick & heavy turn of the century,

organized & sentimentalized 40s,

just give me your voice

of rolling masculine desire.

thames along with me please.

or being born maasai

grinning in the hard heat

knowing all from simple simple let's keep it so sweetly simple kind of things.

and always always:

being held as i sob my guts out

my inner lining falling away

in your arms

being held.

tight and strong.

hmmmmm.