kind of girl

I'm the kind of girl

you can take home

to mother.

Like dirty porno mags

in a plain brown wrapper.

She'd never suspect

a thing.

.

~j~

The Art of A Kiss

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss?

 I mean pure psychedelic inebriation

 Not just lustful petting

 but transcendental metamorphosis

 When you became aware that the greatness of this being

 was breathing deep into you

 beyond feeling the sides and corners of your mouth,

tasting you 
down to your soul

 like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes

 filled with the essence of your passionate being

 and then opened by the same mouth

 and delivered back to you,

 over 
and over again 

Damn, I Love the art of Kissing

~j

I need the kind of boy

who won’t think twice

when I ask him to make

crop circles with me

on our very first date.

.j.

 Each and every
burst of hope
is like a bubble
set to float
with no set place
to stop and rest,
it simply pops,
for maybe
that is best.

[hope floats

only until it dies.

Good thing
 words are forever,

as are
 love’s sweet lies]

.j.

The cold moon shakes
its weary head,
waves stars away
with icy hand,
peers sullen at
the world below,
cares not for love
nor any man.
Refusing pleasure
of its glow,
pulls onyx blanket
snug and tight,
then listens as
her tears do flow,
then rests again
‘midst dead of night

.j.