9/23/2001

Camp MaKeeYa

A full wave, a full fledged crest, my wing spreads, my wingspread, women seek protection, all these words,

in touch with a mysticism like saliva, in touch with skin like the sun, in touch with words of leaves, turning leaves from green to warm,

insects look alive, miraculous in their thoughtless industry, shoes and clothes becoming a good time,

I want to dance in Milford, I have trouble keeping my story straight, how long this will last, you don’t know how loyal I am, I don’t know how patient you are –

your elegant hair, the poise of your hands, the way you move, I eat your whole persona, I allow myself to be fascinated although I am awkward,

I keep pressing, pushing, my envelope is a great comforter cover, my boundary with you is the horizon, my depth with you is the bottom of the iceberg,

my life with you is always, my health with you is the body’s knowledge, my heart with you is nectar, my thoughts of you are atmosphere, my wish with you is noisy,

my sweet sweet smile beams its way away, I am ready ready ready to go and sing some more later.