under a net of kisses.
exclamation marks each weary eye
as drifts our torso\'s
steady as a shark;
sun sand and sea
each wave as bright as sugar
as our weary eyes
seek refuge in a globe more round than we.
circles and stars
amphetamines and dust
we crawl three bellies up
onto the surface of a scar.
throbbing bulbs erect and satisfied.
if our sanctuary be a gift of god
let no man sleep inside the belly of the fog
that drifts across our island
where the tall birds glow and glisten
as they shrink beneath the sanctuary of sound.
someone\'s mouth names the very few that still exist
while on lovers pond
the skating fish bring miracles
and a worm or two
for the wants and wishes drifting out to sea.
now show me the stones that you follow!
they are there somewhere between
the apple trees and the cherry blossom smiles
that come and go along the vines of yesteryear,
our bulls have beards
mysterious and grey.
what now be said be never be undone.
to love, to celebrate,
truth is as always is.
under a net of kisses.
exclamation marks each weary eye
as drifts our torso\'s
steady as a shark;