Sunshine Psychedelic

Sunshine Psychedelic
on a hot summer day
you’ve an appetite for rocks,
and you’re coming my way
(it’s actually spring,
but come anyway);
mushrooms on parade
in this pretty how town,
you’re the bell I want floating upside-down.
Dig:
the fashion displayed
and the colors arrayed
and the children at play,
but the stones you hold
are what turns the day.
Within our hands we turn to clay,
we mold ourselves warm
and wet
and God, but we need a space private and away.
Sunshine Psychedelic,
you take every pose:
coquettish and coy,
inviting sans clothes,
the thoughtful intellectual,
the playful tease,
the mourning heart,
the one to please,
and I’ll love them all,
each and every one:
I’ll make love to each facet
’til you tell me you’re done.
Sunshine Psychedelic
on a hot summer day
I’ve an appetite for pie,
and I’m coming your way.

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Flag Day

Burgundy canvas curls
in warm wind that won’t last:
it’s Flag Day,
and my banner whips at full mast.
This is no advertisement
it’s not just boy-meets-girl,
I’m a pirate in your sea
with intentions unfurled.
There’s always a choice,
and I think it’s to be
safe,
or come
be a corsair with me.
This is psychic attunement,
this is love by the moon,
this is pretty fucked up,
this is happening soon;
coral canvas curls
in warm wind that won’t last:
it’s Flag Day,
and my banner whips at full mast.

Shooting from the Hip

I must have
taken leave
senses of my
kisses spill into the dreamscape,
not escape exactly
it’s all too real
in the most abstract
way disembodied
spirit guide,
yet concrete if
such a material could be softly
sucked into your mouth,
licked by a tongue,
caressed by your hands,
pressed in your thighs,
welcomed to velvet oceans,
and still leave room
for a heartbeat
and an urn.