Life cycles

They are in mine. Clora, I can tell,
first thing in the morning,
the way she leans into me, wants me,
wants to drink me right up.
Likes me on the strong side. It tickles.

The forbidden fruit, paradise, 
will not flower, but still,
she is awake now, a golden
glow about her, I smell her,
and I smell me.

(My Succulents Oh So Juicy!)

And Mary, sweet Mary,
Can I call you by your bastard name?
How you drink me up. Slowly
in Hah.. Oh.. Oh.. Sweet cherry,
you like me like that. I hear you.

You want me filtered through Moonlight,
and mushrooms, seeped in juices, bubbled through
with mountain air, reduced to molecules.
Reduce me to my molecules. Let me be
in your life cycle.


Cor, Aug 07, 2006