Category Archives: Lust

Going Alone (day 2153)

Set off from here with a romantic lover
Wrote every letter
From my strongest hand
A heavy T started every line
To say I wasn’t going alone
I am a headlight in the getaway
Whistle like the sweetest bird
A beating heart, the legendary
Dance around, forever carried
And find the song to let it go.

For a Northern Girl (day 2152)

Beautiful was my aphrodisiac
And spring was my season
– Edges of my reason –
Campfire held the setting sun
In a Hudson Bay blanket
– Letters of the banquet –
Shadow upon our wall
Patchwork had the little seams
– Hands of you and me –
Until later, what remained
Dusty boots and a little ring.

This Old Map (day 2144)

I could sell you an old map
Of my own handwriting
With stars on every place
We should learn to call our home.
I’d carve into every signpost
Where we’d walk up and down Broadway
Our names forever
And our old hands together.
I’d sail away on every sea
With wind of your full soul
And plunge right in I’d dive again
To find the pearl of your heart.

Come Here Before (day 2113)

I am filled with forbidden passion
And necromancy
Unbid and skeletal
In a full moon sitar
Keeping me up at night
Eyes stare calmly
Dancing a slow waltz
With herself
Through a barren rose garden
And two lines of benches
Marked with names
Of those came here before.

All Night Long (day 2112)

When you worked those sidesteps
My heartsteps
Turned electric
A John Lee Hooker rhythm
Where I swooned for miles
Into your sugar sweet arms
That led me dancing
In-a-roll-a-rhythm
In a step step all night long
Baby, all night long.

Raindrops off Rooftops (day 2104)

Please don’t take my feeling
Down another empty highway
Like raindrops off rooftops
I’ve been splashing my dreams
All over you, girl.

I’ve found these dotted lines
With my blossoming feeling
As windshield blades swipe clean
My fogging dream, girl
Sweet reverie.

Silhouettes take my eye drops
Far from my Cadillac lollipops
Another roadhouse streetlamp
Flickering hope, girl
I’m taking the next pullout.

Feel in it; another crooked street
Turn me on with a vibrant song
Shake me by a gravity stick
Boom ba-da-boom-boom
And my song goes on.

Speedball to Portugal (day 2101)

I woke up nowhere fast
Speedball to Portugal
A painful memory state
Sin on my mother name
Let’s make a peaceful game
Nineteen seventy eight
Luxury automobile
And I am filled with golden rays of sun
Nurturing my breastfeeding heart
So I didn’t check my baggage
Left my panties in my purse
Kept the door behind me open
And kissed deeply.

– afterthought –
The man I left I had become
On the road and in my head
Aeroplane has come again
Touchdown I’m not the same.

Flowers (day 2094)

Don’t let me a Spanish sunrise
I’ve come a long way to sleep in the street
My memory waltzes around a
Lazy boardwalk by the sea
In two tones of brown
That leave an essence in the air
A heaven ladened Angel
With flowers in her hair

Sparks (day 2079)

Wait for the moment
Should ever it arise
Feeling of fire
Deep down inside

Each forever moment
Should any desire
Oh thy heart asunder
Deep down inside

Lace is your habit
My open skin
Protection is frivolous
Deep down inside

Darkness is silence
Blonde a habit
Sparks are our evening
Deep down inside

You Used To (day 2063)

When you used to sing me songs
I was James Dean and you were love
And wind flowed through our hair
Past a highway sign that read: ‘see ya later’.

When you used to run your hand
Across the front summertime chest
I’d look you up and down
Until we’d both run all round.

When you called me that last time
I was a million miles away
There was static playing on every line
And my voice was in a tin can.

Now, when you come to my mind
You’ve still got those wild daises in your hand
Your smile is the size of the sun
Where we’ve both just begun.

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