Briars of Desire

Trimming my sum,
Spinning my flow,
Women come and women go.

But after the swimming in grinning, brimming with sinning
What grows is no show.

Sometimes something lasts past the days
And captures me in a daze, like switching prose.
Twitches on the nose of cinnamon and rose,

Baked right, wakes me light,
Scent of sunset poured across Huntington Beach,
Syrupful, golden hour, purple and peach.

Slurping your pull, drink your gravity,
Animal-think when you're grabbing me.
Bespell my dome, takes me where I least expect.

Smells of home in your face and neck
Breaking truths, so even when I'm taking you
We keep each other in check

Southside is my mother and water is my father so the beach I'll always protect.
Entangled in every angle in which I'd invest.

So I thought I could only grow brambles.
Or put the slamhold on halfman- chodes
Who'd gamble with my respect.
Too many stands for rep,

Made it hard to sit circumspect
Without fitting in a list to check.
But you see through my mind.

Truly one of my kind
So when it's me and you time,
You overstand my mangled brine.

Not blinded by my shine,
But raise the rays I keep hidden from the shade,
Animate my form, escalate like private home porn, every grain in your velvet hands...

Crushed to sand like maize-corn
You run my maze in A-form
And motivate me to raise the scythe blade

The Way for which I was born!
Every stand re-handled, my lands retilled
Your hands and a refill,

What explodes reaches nodes of everywhere explored
Blaring back is my every facet aware of that
Bearing tracks, bare what's buried back

Your scent, your touch, your kiss
Sends up sediments in the mix
Rippling eddies in my streams

Slipping me into a heady waking dream
Past it all, but I'm unafraid to fall
So vast and so small like Ant-man walking a triple beam!

Our synergy is infinitely adaptive
And while I never believed in magic beans
I can reach where nothing is as it seems.

My feet have crushed leaves where none have been
We see and touch what's devout within
And express it reflexively

Like interconnectivity to the outer rim!
Still within reach of us.
And while never obsequious?

I'll speak for taste and trace nearly every place of your tush.
Passion grows so much.

Happiness endures, actions stir, gasp at a touch
When rapture lasts capturing our omniglobe
Every map ambling slow

Nothing left to hide, hurdles divide, only souls get fertilized.
And from my brambles grows a rose.