deceptive like springtime
most passionate of street scenes
I caress, ogle– snap my shutter
photographic memories of love
snatch time beats methodically
moment to moment
fast living captured in slow motion
examine my landscape
my ridges—hills—mountains
You move me with assertion—commitment—proof
fill my void, fuck my architecture
word thief with stolen heart
deconstruct my language
in measured fragments of chronology
confident in my sex
wet lips–cunt–thighs
surrounding the lost remnants of two
that time has carved away
i love the combination of words and pictures and images you put in my head.
Love the depth and beauty of your words. Wonderful!
fucking architecture…
“word thief with stolen heart”
You are an artist!!
advizor54: mmmmmm anytime.
Red: thank you for commenting on the poetry, I love writing it, but often hesitate to post it. So thank you again.
city: I need a architect. God damnit!
Blackpearl: ah stop, thank you so much.