I like you,
The chiseled prince…
The way you wait at the highways,
Stare at my booty
My bags full of marooned jeans..
And the castrated jewels
Of highway queens…

I speak to the millions…
In a minion of idioms,
In the marriage drums,
And carriage crumbs,
And the nudist bums,
I speak to the dungeons,
In a valley of titans,
Of aerial gallows,
And ducking shallows….
I speak to you…Death and the “you”.

I love you
Strums the guitar on your neck
With moments of a mosquito
Oozing out its speck,
And I turn jealous….
Riding knight on your fingertips,
I kiss.

I love you
Winds the hair on your lips
Are you the drumsticks on her hips?
Or the timid closet clips?
Blowing on her face blush,
Bloom with the bears and hush
Sshhh…

I love you
The moons are an excuse,
to search for your lips…
In the darkness of your muse
Of moles and pearls, of wisdom and curls
Look away…fair one!!!
I kiss.