Smell my hands Inhale my growing fingers Grasping your strong arm...
Sweet young birds you are Or butterflies Tasting the nectar of...
Coming for you Lining you up In organized patterns Rubber bands...
I dance with strangers Eating twinkies Fondling my candy Secret numbers...
So simple Avoiding confrontation As if it were some kind of...
A warning Perhaps, yes A forecast Of what will soon come...
My self is Foreign to me now How I wish that...
Persian rugs Under fishnet canopy Fallen nose of golden Russian Perfect...
His pride A youthful tongue of Fire agate His jealousy A...
I left my love for Tico In a small world Sisters...