a kiss to auburn fur

it's like three now and

i saw you last at twelve

and never before eleven thirty

did we speak and

i'm sure now that you're

home saying- "he was nice"

and to her you're saying "wow-

you just never know, they just 

come out of nowhere..."

and i'm thinking

she needs thirsty sex

my boy-child slurping

every bit of every bit of her

i am such the heiress-

bitch of a man

disguised in well-raised

honey-mask, mama's well-

manicured gentlemen-like

catch of ass.

and i can run it fast

or choose to make it last

but heaven is to be said

of meeting through eyes

and feeling the blood in

my gut and chest before

she says a word-

and i have already known her 

now

is not that sick-

i cannot tell you how, but i have

felt her ride and

tasted her sweat

and for that i'm forever reminded

why i never can stand

and walk away...because her

voice made her incense blow

to me

and i came hot like my

jamaican dog

and fed  on scraps and

nourished by my

second mother -i know how

to fight the other dogs off

without lifting a whisper

i bend soft to blow

a kiss to auburn fur

wishing to keep the

erotic lights in the

softness of my eye-

that blind spot i see 

best through-

it coulda been you

or you or you

but hello friend,

i've been waiting

and i've been true.

yeah...now what is

that you'll have me do?

yeah...true...and i've

been waiting on you

(2.12.00)