Damn look at you.

As cold and moist as sin

Baby, you’ll be the death of me.

Murder it.

You’re as close as you’ll ever be.

 

You’re a butter knife and youre the toasted bread

Warm

          Dark

And Im spread across you like strawberry jam

Melting and cool

Natural, sticking together

                                        Fresh, wet

Ripe, crisp, and drenched.

And you said you couldnt dance.

Deeper, slower, soft served

With no bended knee to recompense.

We?re a summer breeze

Drifting and lingering for as long as we please.

Now stop,

Breathe

First hard and then not,

Easy

Cause easy does it, haste makes waste.

Crushed ice,

Churnin cherry lime-aid

Brain freeze, body heat

            East meets west and cold meets and hot greets

     A mixture

Gods wrath powerful and sweet like a

Cinnamon tornado begets between us

And wraps around us imitating us in movement and twists and turns

And demeanor.

And then the calm

After

The storm.

 

Damn look at me.

As hot and bitter as coffee and cream

As deadly and moist as sin.

Sugar, I’ll be the life of you. Enlighten yourself.

You’re a Buddhist, baby,

                  Here I am Zen.