Touch my soul and it is yours.
(It is never
mine.
Fire eating
snakes nip at my nipples,
unzip my fly,
bitemy mosquito)
mine.
Fire eating
snakes nip at my nipples,
unzip my fly,
bitemy mosquito)
Take my hand.
(Filling their mouths, drinking
mother’s milk, they
queue up at my statue.)
mother’s milk, they
queue up at my statue.)
(It is not theirs.)
Look into my eyes.
(Then
Quantum
leaps
over a hedge,
falling flat
on
my back.)
Quantum
leaps
over a hedge,
falling flat
on
my back.)
What is yours?
Kissing me is not…
…the answer.
Touch my soul and…
…it is ours.
Take your bow.
Take your bow.