how this all feels

i can only imagine what she is doing
for some kelewele


the anything of that wonderment
unfolded on 7:10 saturday PM
as i sat unconcerned
nude from the waist down in my sofa chair...

could it really be that the wind of my stomach reads true of a union
if her he has any sense i do too and even without him
without her
all alone in this jungle of other flowers...
i will never take denial as a sign of defeat.

D.D. a sexy title yet lower than the desire and will to be superhuman.

you a wild powered roamer tucked neatly in the matrix
but always at angles to my cauldron of uniqueness.

always invoking hero waistline
divine design
soaked with an intentional hovering container of aphro... de.. ji...
acaccacacac.

or maybe thats all in my mind
as i spend my time
writing about how this all feels.

D.G.