10-GARDEN 88 excerpt

I drew the lines of love with your pen

on parched lips

and they wet me like a mother cat with her kitten

and baby your won’t leave my mind

and baby you can rock me till I roll

roll off yer hips

and back onto your lips

for another good lickin

for another good lickin of yer love

I drew the lines of love

with so much help from above

genesis with apple breezes

and serpentine ways

blows silky and cheeky

and how the body loves to love

holding

to love holding

holding onto love’s bloom

scented and sent from above

I bite I swallow

the taste flies below the Equator

into tropical regions

of honeyed loins

and papaya trees