. . . floating up
out of tea-coloured oceans
came the sun of man
perfect with beauty
perfect with glorious light
beautiful in its curvature . . .
Harlot/Rogue
I will go upon the byways
ride into the circus meadows,
my cravings are honest
will be fulfilled
Krishna blesses all experiences
I move my open skin,
plasma shield,
across your growing heat
and put your lips to mine . . .
Copyright 2005 njTare
