Shared Laughter Is Erotic Too.

The Work Of The World Is Common As Mud. Botched, It Smears The Hands, Crumbles To Dust. But The Thing Worth Doing Well Done Has A Shape That Satisfies, Clean And Evident.

I Stayed Under The Moon Too Long.i Am Silvered With Lust.dreams Flick Like Minnows Through My Eyes.my Voice Is Trees Tossing In The Wind.i Loose Myself Like A Flock Of Blackbirdsstorming Into Your Face.my Lightest Touch Leaves Blue Prints,bruises On Your Mind.desire Sandpapers Your Skinso Thin I Read The Veins And Arteriesmaps Of Routes I Will Traveltill I Lodge In Your Spine.the Night Is Our Fur.we Curl Inside It Licking.

Shall I Tell You Something I've Been Noticing? The Mistrust This Society Has For Women. All Kinds Of Experts And Officials Are Terrified Because So Many Women Are Working. They Really Think That Women Have To Be Coerced Into Having Babies And Raising Kids.

When I Work I Am Pure As An Angel Tiger And Clear Is My Eye And Hot My Brain And Silent All The Whining Grunting Piglets Of The Appetites.

Hope Sleeps In Our Bones Like A Bear Waiting For Spring To Rise And Walk.