if it makes us just stop and do downward dogs with our kids if it thwarts the train of greed till knees buckle and mirrors reveal deformed ways
if it forces a quiet silencing squeaky wheels and halting scurry
if it forces humilities not felt since a toddler when earth and sky were larger and we learn that the flesh we inhabit is as fresh or foul as the milk of our hood that all nucleotides are cousins whether black, brown, or white and all the bleach in the world is washed away when tsunami’s have...
i love that gasp as the cold stiffness slides into your warmth how unyielding that glass member so filling and relentless its carefully designed curved tip rubbing perfectly on the roof of your wanting itch that i can maneuver it so exactly and reach places that make you hold me tight
that i may be your pleasure rod i am honored i delight in listening to your every breath and each and every millimeter in and out has such effect like a meditation
i twist and circle it with ease sometimes thrust ...
it is excruciating when i am not and yet while an omega life is intoxicating it is not without the thought that it is all play that i endure a demeaning place while harboring an inner, secret phoenix that the surprise of me is just around the corner and those feelings and judgements you’ve cast be found false and my strong belief that the awakening of eyes is more powerful than the absence of a reversal of mind
the adrenaline of being wrong that my estimations of worth...
oh ye silence where pitter patter’s ghost stirs air as soft as space where bedazzled ideas twist and fade spawning armies of incarcerated wanton spermatozoa yacking and hacking to the weak lost minds of their mindless canons guided by the breath of shiny dimes in dark and dirty streets just looking for a place to kneel and show their wears
oh ye pindrop whose faintness continues to pale to deafness so blind and drained of humor till eyes water from the absence of you