Under A Net Of kissed

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;