beautiful idle

he puts me in the mood to swing
languorously from the window
idly smoking
and pondering the greenery
below

life in celluloid

you run your hands over me
the gold web of my heart opens
oh its been so cold
and you are so warm
big eyes
your sweat smell
skin against mine
sweet taste
in my mind
had no idea
this is what id find in you
tomorrow due to be
one of those
technicolor days-
leaves will look brighter
my life in celluloid

shinto astolat

silver footed youth
sweet in hand and eye
arc of movement undenied

courage arms grew out
blooms fell swift on your
shoulders past my castle

though my heart still cast
into tight fitted stones
begins to crack and cry

soul of water wash me down
i won't have half a version
of what could have been

love has its reasons, which reason does not know

my true love will understand, and shoot me in the heart, so i will never die alone.