kiss (part I) of sacred she is

chadwick

and why can't we?
what about all the time spent in smiles, laughter, worry, or tears?
where are we without you, without i?
yourself...myself
us

this is the holiday season
you have never been but angelic and beautiful with me
kindness weaving gentleness
you are quilts and shadows

this, your warmth upon i
and i do sleep well touching skins, ours under bedding
your flesh so much my queen's

this is warmer than...(the next day) and one of our suns opens us daily
this is our moment through movement
and we do go into lips
in suddenly lovingly openly
drifting centrally locating
each of ours must in mouths form
and in and on tongues we have fought and landed
but mostly loved

mysticweed

this is truly beautiful
i'm glad the sun is shining up there in your ass, chad

chadwick

thank you, absolutangel. yes sunshine up the fanny isn;t so terrible. matter of fact it is uranus after all.

fyi... i'm fulla ridiculousness jokes bullshit poetics. basically screwed up and love.

mysticweed

chadwick wrote:

thank you, absolutangel. yes sunshine up the fanny isn;t so terrible. matter of fact it is uranus after all.

fyi... i'm fulla ridiculousness jokes bullshit poetics. basically screwed up and love.

"Woke up it was a chelsea morning and the first thing that i saw"

was a viking outside the window
with a sword made out of straw

the sword was not a weapon, see
but a mighty fucking quill
and all the maidens in viking-land
did to and fro his will