but it is true, they fear it more than death,
beauty is feared more than death,
more than they fear death,
a dark flame
I can't think unless you're naked
smooth faced girl against a door, all white
teeth hidden behind lightly lipsticked lips
grasp hold feel the curve of life
slide silent-smooth under your hand
mushroom ally she is friendly.
she gives you things.
she doesn't seem at all malevolent.
the hiss of a rattlesnake
the body of a black lake
spicy gumbo, guitar soaked night
youth, America, poetry
shirts with words like sweet on them
they hint, mock, they scream
shadow female belly
a dwarf walks by, asks:
"Are there spots in a leopard's eyes?"
don't answer, unless you know