Do not thou name me;
For, by this very naming,
Shalt thou name thyself.
Do not thou brand me;
For, by this vile branding,
Art thou, so branded.
Do not thou name me;
For, by this very naming,
Shalt thou name thyself.
Do not thou brand me;
For, by this vile branding,
Art thou, so branded.
An encore of sorts,
A sequence is at an end
But it demandeth.
So calleth now this
To occupy. What soul this?
What hath I then wrought?
Shall such perfection poised skyward
Be tossed amongst the Gods themselves; displayed,
and cast, spinning, into Heaven….
thick…
all cooked down…
like white cane sugar…
I curl my tongue around…
and swallow slowly…
I feel it slide…
thick…
like honey…
like something sweet…
caressing me inside…
all the way…
down….
To a girl, not Sue:
To a girl, not even Sioux,
Will she sue, to know?
The human body
Is not an object of shame,
But one of beauty.
Still, so intimate,
That I tend to hesitate,
When I write of it.
Most definitely
Take care, for what you don’t wish,
You might not receive;
And take special care,
For when you make no wishes,
None will be granted.