Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I am buying food
Looks like coffee
And I
Have to take a food break
Gads since I quit smoking
I'm such a glutton
I bought cinnamon raisin bread
French toast on the brain
Must have been all those maple leaves
Twisting in the wind yesterday
Bananas
She comes back in small pieces
There in that hillside at the end of the bay
Hormonal humid lustful thoughts invade
The tirade of so many colors
All mixed up into cantelope seeds
Eggs and toast
Two things I do not eat

I need yellow
Send the sunlight
I need love
More then delight
Bring me an angel
To help this birds flight
My wings are strong
And I fly well alone
But sometimes I just want to feel
Warm and secure
The blur of masked relations
It never was a cure
Crazy how it creates temptation
Always a suggestion a glance
No this was not happenstance
The emotional intrigue the dance
The surge the connection
The glow
The endless throbbing drum
Does know the time of earth
Of fallen leaves geese fly
Herons stare towards the east
Like saints waiting for creator to speak