sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by

if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose

when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end

slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come

i think time stop or is standing s… so still that you can’t see the wh… as the sun kisses upon your sill maybe paw prints will design the f… once again this might be a hard pi…

reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words

if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles

the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds

if it was as if the butterfly had just landed, no –lifted in fli… or the breath of it just touched the branch as if begging for (information), h…

in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told

as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that

she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,

you think you know music then you should know that sound and vibration go hand and hand and vibrations is energy

it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line