Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when that sweet smell comes around
i feel all that woman oozing around me
like bathtub filled with juice
i float from room to room
barely dressed most of the time
the pauncho
i wake and smoke
the smoke rises and reels in
the dreams
the body has other ideas tonight
flight from that which i love
touching grounds where the feet tell a story
i will sleep with my womanly scent
filling the house with a beauty
tradewinds cross my nipples
the curves i feel in the darkness
remind me of the hands and bodies i loved
but this body is so hot so loving
they were scorched
by my flames

body as talisman
like a hanger
the garage of planes
a place of renown & tangents & nuances
the abode of the heart
the spirit camps there

Yes fine poem.