Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

she still stills my dreams
she she she is still she me
ghost years drinking we

we could should would have
time in seven syllables
oceans out my door

eyes i wont forget
dancing upon bronze children
lost my camera

new york, washington
tents and cabins, hotel rooms
turkey served from crazy mom

going gone woman
like f-ing the earth
all creation

sweet vaginal mysteries
and side long looks
female cro-magnon

These days
I dream of
Elephant hugs

she reaches out
pulls me to her
brown eyes study me