If I was not amorphous
would you interlace, experience
desire
strike charge
feedback in the box
naked
autoerotic generrotic homogenous
longingly scanning the path
before you
make yourself
stand tall
we are again
a little more today
and still tomorrow
life rushes slowly
Nowhere
I stand upon tiptoed
stilts
hyphens
of shifting vanity
holding your key in the balance
of my sway, treasure
unfoundrd bountiful
hello
outraged women’s arms
hyperbole
the letter hax
attatched to lightning,
white reefer
swinging freely
floats on the tongue of a bell
testified
to one drop
point blank
tell me
are you tied up?
or born severely
in the night
ssshhhhhh.......wait for it
supine,aquiline
flexible
down on all fours
where the air becomes steam
well crowned
in some perverse direction
Like candy floss lacquer
your kiss seems
adult
within each pursuit
among the masses
on parade
Titania’s child
descending
fondles open
the compelling augest
igneous
silken legs
in the folds of obstinate
intent
before, during and after
I bring centuries
of invitation
to the feast
thousands of flaming pearls
on a bed of belief
I am to be discovered
each day, each night
find yourself
who I am calling.....

(© Brielle Whitney~riding the brainticket express...lol)