Everlasting incandescent muttering
Spinning your silver strands of deceit...

The taste of meat and Vodka
on your lips...

Words are infinitely undeclared as they flow
Words are just words and words and words...

It's not like I cannot see you
Everywhere I go...

In hours of inky darkness
Our worn lives would breathe away the sleep...

My gentle curves slowly swaying in your arms
Writhing and slender, made warm by your palms...

(a poem i wrote a long time ago, its not...
Sing for me little birdie...

When the garish sun dissolves away
A black silk world submerged...

My moulding, shifting, billowing core
Like a silk scarf in the wind...