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The sun pours over the concrete Slipping over my feet Across my body Like it has my permission. I sit Under the persimmon tree Feet caressing the torn concrete As memories stack up against the rough Like calluses formed from running Barefoot up chain link fences I wish I could return to the day I stood in the tree, high, Tongue loose in my mouth, Invisible to the passers by. Today My purpose remains unseen By fiercely hollow eyes That stay gouged in place No matter how the surrounding faces change.

I wait for you in the abysmal depths of an ocean of insanity drowning in desires of lascivious joy Fire blue eyes in constant orbit of you absorbing every intricate detail Perhaps your hair and the way it seems to shimmer like Carbanado diamonds or your soft silky touch tracing waves of silence across a troubled soul How your caramel lips make me forget as your snake tongue pursues me endlessly capturing my awareness You know me, Its more than just a physical flame that burns inside it is smoldering embers of memories that warms my soul The mellifluous sound of your laughter as my heart dances to its clarity j

Unbuckled, he's a detour - on my way to the Kitchen, has me turning, on heels and headlights and maneuvering more slowly through the work area. When unbuckled - he's a craving, that sends me backtracking while using God's name in vain, this temptation --more powerful than mom's pumpkin pie with real whipped cream. Unbuckled; nothing less than a hot miasma of equatorial heat --A wave found midway          between French dueling tongues, and a risky game of Russian roulette. And who needs Maxwell House with it's 'good to the last drop'... when I can crouch Here, like a lione