sphinx

It is true, it is a phase of ripe apple

That drops like a wine into my head

I am curious …a bit too late

But I can see the strong resemblance of green shades

A group of transcending mixture

Definitely not alone

Other words, other seas

And lands …a straight morning together

A luscious spring into summer and winter

A gender phase with music and poems

Sometime male sometimes female

Sometimes an animal

A dazzling darkness clawing the skin

And ah this wordlessness, this wordlessness

It makes you own the world

You wouldn’t know the feeling of being everywhere, and owning

The shallow restlessness

Call it what you want, and I know you are already in bed sighing

If not now, I know tonight

Tearing your partner apart with your black fists

And I will play with flavors close by

I’ll Think of you doing things to her

And maybe I may look in the mirror to see my own mouth in awe

Practicing something oh so entering with kitchen supplies

Forrest versus pressuring pleasures

The question is if you will learn to be the main dish

I am tired of your simplicity of no…s

Yes is challenging, have you ever tried to say yes a few times in a row?

You should, and taste the satisfactory feeling of giving

Giving gives ecstasy

I am still scooping the grains better than ever

Brand flakes over my body

I sit and write

You cant stop me

I will empty the bins again and again

And they will never know, and that’s the beauty of it

I am the biggest sinner, but I do a better job than you

I know how to use my powers

And that two partnering poems

Young and intoxicated by the sound of that other ear

Knowing that will never happen

Setting their hands on others quietly till they learn how to carry

Melting the stone with a heated seal

It is always the other

And other

And other