John Blow on my petals softly

Softly

Simon

Let me dance for you

in my new dress

Dance!!!

Sherry Invite me to smell

the sweet fragrance of

your skin

Invite me

Robert ... I need you in ways that

I did not know I need you in ways that I do not know

Harry I thought that I was the only vulnerable one.

I’d forgotten how much you love me

I’d forgotten how much you love me.

I’d never imagined you in tears.

I read your love poems that you wrote to me

as if you’d never written them or…felt them. I even went so

far, as to live without restraint, as if you couldn’t be hurt.

But now, I know and very deeply…just how much you love me,

and just how much I love you, because when I did what I did,

you cried

“Will you forgive me?”

Tony

Through you I’ve discovered Holy Lust

which amounts to the sweetest tenderness, supportive,

ambitious, selfless, hungry love of all

Through you, I’ve discovered that I am-every husband’s wet dream-

wetter and wetter-spreading into a lake-

through your subconscious and conscious- in a Golden Shower

The husband’s (your) wet dream…

Classy in the boardroom a great cook! And an absolute harlot

in the bedroom…or any other place that we choose to do it

Yes, I’m the woman who read Redbook… that took to heart

all those articles that tell us how to keep our husband’s

panting and at a point…Your profile…smooth muscled shoulders

…flat belly…one hell of a big point! …great muscled thighs, great

legs…Turn around honey, let me kiss your butt…

Tommy, we’ve got it all. We’ve got a house…we’ve got a bed

but we’re still taking each other anywhere

but…becoming…coming…

sexy fallen landscapes…conquered territory…sweating

moaning, pulling off the road in some half-exposed place

not able to wait, tearing each other’s clothes off- just to

dissolve into the sweetness of a kiss that lasts

and lasts

…as I cry in great gulps and mold myself into your hands…into

your mastery and mine… It’s only to you that I’ve really

cried…and…revealed the immense rocks and ruts and bombs of

pain that I’ve endured, carried, and transformed…and

transformed…but deep tracks were left for you to kiss,

stroke, hold and repair as you rock me…your kisses entering

into me and holding me as no one else can

Stash we were hired by God to love each other

We were tired …because we were hired by

God to love each other in soaring green guitar rifts

into the solo of two into one…a prayer that took all our energy…

played us…left us drained until…We were tired…because

we were hired by God to love each other in exhausted embrace

that knows the other’s beating heart…the other’s breathing…the other’s life

We were tired…because we were hired by God, to understand

that life without the other has no emphasis, no punctuation,

and no prayer to soar upward… without the other…and

We were tired…because we were hired by God to love each other into this moment…which

stretches on

Dani You fallen asleep, held, gently satiated suckling, serene, with a well fed baby’s look…lit by a

candle’s flames of my hand’s tenderness…toes fanned out, spread wide, fanning out to far

places…to take hold like a vine on my wall licked elastically, lashes fluttering, eyes held to your

masculine beauty, geometry oozing, moaning theorems that make complete sense(s) as …

as the sea waves of shoulder curving into back muscles sing out clearly, …You

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking endlessly rocking…

comes and come onto me

Sharon

Sharon I need to be held by you

I need to be held while I sleep.

Spread in dream, among the flowers

of the blanket, but not held in your arms…

Like a bee, I fly from flower to flower…

gathering pollen, but no satisfaction……..

nothing is sweet

Tony my favorite taste

The taste of moon/lined cloud …

The taste of moon lined cloud

The taste of cream clotted sun

The taste of hummingbird float

The taste of bluebell thought…

The taste of white feather snowing…

The taste of lake deep/sight serene…

The taste of first leaf’s yellow falling…

The taste of dew dropped…

in crystal string…

The taste of mountain, spiking…(berry) blue…

The taste of long road winding… (berry) black…

The taste of soft, mowing

growing) wind…The taste of clover, grass, clover…in bales

The taste of…your mouth

(happy)

We exchanged souls John

while Eating mango… my heart flows to you

The juices flow, the music flows, as my heart flows… to you.

The juices go into your mouth, the music flows into your ears,

with little gleams in your eye.

The beats move you/my heart

flows into your heart/we exchange hearts we exchange souls/