Bubbles, blankets and dies

crescent dimples with deep guttural bumps
examining your piece of pale landscape
encircled, encaptured
safe, not controlled
or owned by force
but given on shaky grounds

careful

on the door, brushing the counter
legs making hoops and loops
pulling me down with you
bubbles, blankets and dies

my red goatee, thick spiked hair
reaching for cover~ embarrassed
you completely composed and handsome
freshly cleansed, renewed
dark pink shells curled

can never appreciate green
mountains that kill
to end an era that still needs a proper beginning

water filled sponge pillows

bad advice handed under streetlights
where girls are impregnated
in a sweating hall, far from here
you are dancing