Now that I’m lost
I can’t be found
There was a mission to mars in my dream
But the spaceship blew up
And all that remained
Were pieces of your face
Scattered like an undone jigsaw puzzle
“you remind me” of the cosmos
said you once the undone cosmos
“you remind me” eternal and
of a dream I once had never
belly dancers dancing always
inside the jellyfish belly changing
of my love
love dancers unite
by moonlit day
starlit night
guided by ghosts
so that I might
sew my mite
inside you
your ability to masturbate
denies my ability to love
to love you
your tit in my mouth
nipple inside my tongue
"Action is greater than writing. A good man is a nobler object of contemplation than a great author. There are but two things worth living for: to do what is worthy of being written; and to write what is worthy of being read."
~Albert Pike
~Albert Pike
September 15, 2009
Jellyfish